At the time of the inquisitions, I was just a mere child
still asleep in my mother's womb
unknowing this was to be my tomb
I could feel the hate and rage on the outside
understood was the fear in my mother's mind
adrenalin racing through my veins
I knew my fate was to be the same
anticipation of their deeds
twisted acts to fill their needs
draw confession by any means
torture and kill in the name of their deity
I knew I had to escape her skin
tom somehow come from within
Drowned her, I could hear their screams
drowned her, I could hear their flames
Burn her, I could hear their screams
burn her, I could feel their screams
As her flesh cracks open and I fall
to the ground, pray to your fucking gods
that I don't die because my power will sour |
