Burn Your Crosses (песня посвящена действиям Инквизиции) (2000)
No use to pray, there’s no one listening I will die anyway. Some say I’ve killed, some call me Satan Now my blood must be spilled
I’m sentenced for crimes I did not commit I’ll pay with my blood, is this really it? Creations of God? No way!
Burn your crosses, make way for science Christ has only caused death and violence Burn your crosses and make way for yourself Put faith in mother earth.
Don’t call his name, don’t trust in others Bishops fighting for fame. Torture in vain. I won’t surrender Purified by pain.
Mankind’s great mistake was to create God Creation of man. Excuse to spill blood. Creations of God? No way!
No use to pray, there’s no one listening I will die anyway. Leaving this place the end is near now Dying ain’t no disgrace
My last night alive has come to an end Death once I feared, but now it’s my friend. Creation of God? No way!
Burned my crosses, make way for science Christ will only cause death and violence Burned my crosses and made way for myself In mother earth I trust.