| Dark ages and a shadow of death
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| Swiped across the land
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| A man of his time and a man of the law
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| Spread fear among the masses
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| On and on, from place to place
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| His mission carried on
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| In medieval madness
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| Destroy all witchcraft
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| Pain — I need your pain
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| The mark of your blood will tell me
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| Confess the truth Pain — taste my pain
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| No use to resist, make it easy
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| Confess my truth
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| No one is innocent no one is pure
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| Those words we do not know
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| Let God’s will be done, there’s no time to waste
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| Get on with the test make haste
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| We got methods to make you talk
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| Prepare the burning stake
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| The heat of the fire reveals the liar
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| Pain — I need your pain
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| The mark of your blood will tell me
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| Confess the truth Pain — taste my pain
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| No use to resist, make it easy
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| Confess my truth
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| Come fire, come blood Wash the sin away
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| Purified in purgatory
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| My holy law justifies my greed
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| Men’s taste for blood
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| Justifies my deeds
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| The work is done no one has won
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| But an arbitrary law
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| With a peculiar pride and a guinea smile
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| Collect your silver and go
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| Travel on with your holy fire
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| But bear these words in mind
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| The truth meets the liar
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| You’ll reap what you saw
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| Pain — I need your pain
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| The mark of your blood will tell me
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| Confess the truth
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| Pain — taste my pain
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| No use to resist, make it easy
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| Confess my truth
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| Black witches burn
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| You all will burn
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| Now witches burn In pain |