Inquisitor

When fires were lighted every day
In the splendid acts of faith
He like a torch
Fell on the sources of sin

In the ancient
And sacred palace
He became
The Prisoner

The one who came to harm
To waste, to hate

I shall condemn You and burn You at the
Stake as the worst of deceivers
Them who have kissed Your feet will rush to
Stir up the embers of Your fire
At the faintest sign from me

Fifteen centuries have passed
Look at that obedient flock, enslaved

No one can recognize
You even though You
You possess their souls

The one who came to harm
To waste, to hate

I shall condemn You and burn You at the
Stake as the worst of deceivers
Them who have kissed Your feet will rush to
Stir up the embers of Your fire
At the faintest sign from me

I shall condemn You and burn You at the
Stake as the worst of deceivers
Them who have kissed Your feet will rush to
Stir up the embers of Your fire
At the faintest sign from me

If anyone, deserved our fires
It's You, Lord of Lords
For coming to hinder us
Lord of Lords