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a holy tribunal
filled with old men
discussing matters divine
judging the crimes of peasants
accused of heresy
today my fate lies in their hands
those filthy hands
will hurt me
and beat me
and bleed me
and craft my
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the stage is set
the crowds have arrived
and I tremble at the sight
of the inquisitors
my body's broken
my soul is in ruins
my fate is still unknown
and yet my penitence
has already begun
humiliated
expecting the worst
I bear the mark of treason
sanbenito
My legacy put to shame
Shame
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my sentence's announced
they'll burn me alive
et Spiritum Sanctum effíºdit in remissiónem peccatórum,
my sins are unknown
my god is dead
my soul is dead
per ministérium Ecclésiæ
I hear the crack of the whip
torture
slaughter
bloodshed
in the name of god
murder
corruption
politics
in the name of god
the crowd cheers
in inhuman delight
they know our fate
is a painful death