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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 |
