So there I was on my Stallion of Might
Gazing towards the Battlefield at Night
My Eyes saw Murder and utter Despair
And I saw that it was good.

I rode across the burning Fields
Facing wretched Outlaws; Thieves
And I watched them pillage and burn
Witches ablaze, screaming for Death

A Grin on my scarred and bearded Face
The final Solution was truly upon us:

Everyone shall bow to the Cross
The Inquisition doesn't count the Loss

My Mind did not really witness the Horror
My Eyes were closed; not open
Because the Almighty had them stolen
and put in fiery Fantasies of Death instead

There's no Mercy for the Heathens
Kill them all by the Sword of the Prophets
Cast their Spirits to Hell, and sacrifice all
And we'll force their Children into Benediction

Everyone shall bow to the Cross
The Inquisition doesn't count the Loss

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