Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies,
their unforgotten violence, remember those who died.
And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.
`We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused the Church`s clemency,
your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved, we`ll burn you just the same.`
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land,
as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands.
`We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused the Church`s clemency,
your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved, we`ll burn you just the same.`
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Burning, into the fire.
Burning, a funeral pyre.
Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame,
their God a `God of Mercy` yet in whose name I slain.
My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears,
religious persecution for the past three hundred years.
Preaching peace and mercy `neath the shadow of the knife,
a papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ.
And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still,
their unjust accusations demanding I am killed.
`We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee,
who stand accused and have refused the Church`s clemency,
your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name,
innocent or guilty proved, we`ll burn you just the same.`