In his mind,
possessed by death,
seduced by the forces of darkness,
he designs his outrageous
plan through the acuse of perverted blindness.
Streak of the tanskul, and pain of the body,
sins of the women,
buried in flames,
blood of the witches,
and animal bodies.
Everything seems like this is the end.
The end.
The end.
The end.
Red siren hunger,
unbreachable smoke,
knife edges and anger,
broken every bone,
ten confessions
obtained by the lesson naked brain,
and the burning footfall,
clarity to gain.
Inquisitor!
Filing his cross!
Fasten the horn!
Inquisitor!
Yeah!
Unholy racket when angels fall down,
meanwhile it's * the best bitch in town,
either
it's black or it can be just white,
humor our sodom, pleasures of the mind.
Inquisitor!
Filing his cross!
Fasten the horn!
Inquisitor!
Yeah!
Unholy racket when angels fall down,
meanwhile it's * the best bitch in town,
either
it's black or it can be just white,
humor our sodom, pleasures of the mind.
Inquisitor!
Filing his cross!
Fasten the horn! Inquisitor! Yeah!