Burning red of charcoal the roasting place of
rest
Flames are slowly stirring in thiis hideous
nest
Red hot sparkling pokers lay waiting in the
heat
Blackened grid of iron stained with darkened
meat
[Pre-Chorus:]
There's a place here for you
We'd like to question you too
Welcome in feel at home settle down you'll have
to...
[Chorus:]
Speak your mind tell the truth don't you lie
The church has the power and a heretic we shall
find
No matter what you think who you are and what you
do
For we will get the answers that we want out of
you!
Hooded are the masters of this holy trial
Pleaded to by many but mercy recievers denial
Silent, skillful and handy their tread they do
respect
Amongst the questioned thousands the guilty
they'll detect
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