They imagine a heaven
Talk about hell
They can't live without a remission
Plentiful punichment for
Numerous sins
Suffering their oun crurl invention
Their heaven is boring
Their hell's a state joke
Faith is their one vindication
Doubt is forbidden
Joy is tabooed
For a folly there's no hesitation
Sacrifice their life for a lie
A thousand sheep have come to die
Down the thumb there's no remorse
It's the time for martyres
Into the Arena – go down
Into the Arena – show-down now
Into the Arena – the beasts are prepared
Into the Arena
Hunting the witches
Considered to be
Riding on brooms in the dark night
No mercy for people
Who dare to oppose
Mediaevel church was a scourge in its pride
Millions of people
Killed for the cross
By relentless religion – disgusting
There is no excuse
For things they have done
In the name of their God – it's a bad thing
Lock your door the Priest is Coming
Beware of All the Parsons
Today it's all different
A daring contention
They talk about love and forgiving
But still they are hunting
Now we are the victims
Maybe they are evious for our living
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