Suspicious are the spirits While mastering the sky Wide awake they're singing While rumours flying high We'll test your words in water We'll test you words with pain Walk free the stone that does not sink By god your guilt we'll gain
Guilt, by association Pushed aside to die Forced, confession Truth will be a lie
We think the power You possess come out of hell We think there's witchcraft Sound alarm, the warning bell We are the holy missionaries On ever timeless guard We sweep and clean, by any means Gods dirties backyard
Sadly in this story Those poor by fire fell Truly send to burn in hell By lies and priestly spell Why am i here imprisoned Why do you want my head Forever burning is the flame That human life has fed