Spanish Inquisition - Elegy

I’m on top of the world, enjoying the fruits of decision

Conquered the lame feeling brought on by your Spanish inquisition

Hey you cannot beat a religion such as mine

In a way I’m a relic of a god forsaken time

Sure business is tough and we’ve got to make a living

So never mind the people you loot and consume your glory days

I hardly can wait for the day the tables turn

I will be there to spit on your grave

When your soul for ever burns

Look for the writings on the wall

This one’s for you but from us all

Look at your mirrors ugly face

King of the scum of human race

Near sweet liberty sing it’s a song with a truthful origin

Lip up the sky dance and drink wine to the tune of judgement day

Hey clouds start to pack, could this be your waiting sign?

Don’t think I care I’ll take my share and my chain to look away