Burning red of charcoal the roasting place of rest
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Flames are slowly stirring in thiis hideous nest
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Red hot sparkling pokers lay waiting in the heat
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Blackened grid of iron stained with darkened meat
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[Pre-Chorus:]
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There's a place here for you
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We'd like to question you too
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Welcome in feel at home settle down you'll have to...
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[Chorus:]
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Speak your mind tell the truth don't you lie
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The church has the power and a heretic we shall find
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No matter what you think who you are and what you do
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For we will get the answers that we want out of you!
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Hooded are the masters of this holy trial
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Pleaded to by many but mercy recievers denial
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Silent, skillful and handy their tread they do respect
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Amongst the questioned thousands the guilty they'll detect
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Inquisition
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Witchery |