[The Chief Magistrate - The Testimony of a Condemned Man]
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Oh, my dear beloved Anne
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I write you in blood
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From my wounded finger nails
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In my cell, in gods hell
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I'm waiting for more torture
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And a certain death - fur sure
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Through these wet walls of stone
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I can hear their pain-machines
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And the screams from all the dying
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Believe me - I am - innocent I swear
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It's true, but I can't take it any more
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I confess - just to get relieved
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They've crushed my kneecaps,
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Fingers and my feet
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Still they drag me down the
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Stairs, so who's satanical
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Many hundred thousand goodnights my love
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Innocent I'll die -
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I'm a victim of the inquisition
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Flee from town before it is too late,
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you are no longer safe
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I hope these words,
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will reach you somehow,
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goodnight,farewell my love
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They've crushed my kneecaps,
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Fingers and my feet
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Still they drag me down the
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Stairs, so who's satanical?
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Many hundred thousands goodnights my love
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Innocent I'll die -
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I'm a victim of the inquisition
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Victim Of The Inquisition
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| Morgana Lefay |
