Текст песни: Evildead - Holy Trials



Tied to a stake, purity through fire

A blessing from the Church,

Admit to sin, Alchemist to the cross

they hang above your head,

Accused of witchcraft, for making metal

It`s time to burn,

Hell on Earth, a second birth

An Age of pain.

Lapsing into time, gazing on an age,

Of confusion with no solutions,

Call on the Inquisitor for confessions of a witch,

A reign of horror with no tomorrow,

Informers twisting lies to inherit the estate,

Evil vices for a gain,

Bring on the torturer and his tools of the trade,

The thumbscrew speaks the truth.

Casting spells - unknown chants

with possessed burning eyes,

Demonic action - witches brew

accuser feeding lies,

On the stake to burn alive see the crowed reject your kind,

Down below no repentance, excommunication is your prize.

Lead: Gonzales

Run down, laying low, aching muscles, tension full,

Praying for death!

Broken bones, ripping flesh, you`ve become a bloody mess,

When will it end?

Going slow, feeling pain, wondering "Why me?"

A living nightmare!

Frustration, denomination,

It`s time to meet your maker.

UNHOLY! HOLY TRIALS ... The Churches evil plot, perverted, demented sacred

grounds,

UNHOLY! HOLY TRIALS ... Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly give

their

lives.

12 string: Garcia

solo: Gonzales

Martyr with no cause, submission to your fate,

The magic and the spells; nothing there to gain,

The knowledge you obtained, eternal torment claimed insane!

solo: Garcia

For sorcery and witchcraft now you pay in vain,

Your mortal body pressing death,

Judgement made, but who`s insane?

desecration in the Bishop`s den

tag solo: Garcia

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Tied to a stake, purity through fire

A blessing from the Church,

Admit to sin, Alchemist to the cross

they hang above your head,

Accused of witchcraft, for making metal

It`s time to burn,

Hell on Earth, a second birth

An Age of pain.

Lapsing into time, gazing on an age,

Of confusion with no solutions,

Call on the Inquisitor for confessions of a witch,

A reign of horror with no tomorrow,

Informers twisting lies to inherit the estate,

Evil vices for a gain,

Bring on the torturer and his tools of the trade,

The thumbscrew speaks the truth.

Casting spells - unknown chants

with possessed burning eyes,

Demonic action - witches brew

accuser feeding lies,

On the stake to burn alive see the crowed reject your kind,

Down below no repentance, excommunication is your prize.

Lead: Gonzales

Run down, laying low, aching muscles, tension full,

Praying for death!

Broken bones, ripping flesh, you`ve become a bloody mess,

When will it end?

Going slow, feeling pain, wondering "Why me?"

A living nightmare!

Frustration, denomination,

It`s time to meet your maker.

UNHOLY! HOLY TRIALS ... The Churches evil plot, perverted, demented sacred

grounds,

UNHOLY! HOLY TRIALS ... Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly give

their

lives.

12 string: Garcia

solo: Gonzales

Martyr with no cause, submission to your fate,

The magic and the spells; nothing there to gain,

The knowledge you obtained, eternal torment claimed insane!

solo: Garcia

For sorcery and witchcraft now you pay in vain,

Your mortal body pressing death,

Judgement made, but who`s insane?

desecration in the Bishop`s den

tag solo: Garcia

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