|
Death breathes down my neck. |
|
The sword will soon decide. |
|
Who was right and who was wrong. |
|
Jesus saves, but death prevails. |
|
The execution protocol. |
|
The inquisitions deatch call. |
|
The execution protocol. |
|
Is it God's decision after all? |
|
I look at you, you're my saviour. |
|
Bow my head as |
|
I kneel. You're the one |
|
I fear most. |
|
You're the one who wields the sword. |
|
The execution protocol. |
|
The inquisitions deatch call. |
|
The execution protocol. |
|
Is it God's decision after all? |
|
Persecution mania of heretics. |
|
I climb the stairs to the scaffold. |
|
Blind my eyes so |
|
I can't see. |
|
The grin on your disgusting face. |
|
You're a tool of |
|
God's inferior race. |
|
The inquisitions deatch call. |
|
The execution protocol. |
|
Is it God's decision after all? [lead - Jens] |
