Écorché - The Rack | Текст песни

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The Cathar priest, Heresy speaks, For his crimes burn, burn, burn, burn
Cursed Witch, Fever pitch, To fear God learn, learn, learn, learn
The sinful Turk, In shadows lurk, Into the Light burned, burned, burned, burned
The ex-Jew, Is this true? Salvation (is) earned, earned, earned, earned

On the rack, feet are tied
On the rack, hands are tied
On the rack, body stretched
On the rack, sinful wretch
On the rack, feet are scorched
On the rack, arms are torched

Pardoned by God, given free reign
To torture at will, hand chosen to maim and kill
Inquisitor Dominicans, Doing God’s work
800 years of Hell…Hell on Earth, sanctioned from above
A ‘better’ world through the cleansing power of the Lord’s ‘love’

The Cathar priest, Heresy speaks, For his crimes burn, burn, burn, burn
Cursed Witch, Fever pitch, To fear God learn, learn, learn, learn
The sinful Turk, In shadows lurk, Into the Light burned, burned, burned, burned
The ex-Jew, Is this true? Salvation (is) earned, earned, earned, earned

On the rack, tongue is pinched
On the rack, nails are splinched
On the rack, in dungeon dank
On the rack, one more crank
On the rack, Torturer grins
On the rack, Church always wins

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