Holy Trails - Evildead

Tied to a stake, purity through fire

A blessing from the Church

Admit to sin

Alchemist to the cross

They hang above your head

Accused of witchcraft, for making metal

It’s time to burn

Hell on Earth, a second birth

An Age of pain

Lapsing into time, gazing on an age

Of confusion with no solutions

Call on the Inquisitor for confessions of a witch

A reign of horror with no tomorrow

Informers twisting lies to inherit the estate

Evil vices for a gain

Bring on the torturer and his tools of the trade

The thumbscrew speaks the truth

Casting spells — unknown chants

With possessed burning eyes

Demonic action-witches brew

Accuser feeding lies

On the stake to burn alive see the crowed reject your kind

Down below no repentance, excommunication is your prize

Run down, laying low, aching muscles, tension full

Praying for death!

Broken bones, ripping flesh, you’ve become a bloody mess

When will it end?

Going slow, felling pain, wondering «Why me?»

A living nightmare!

Frustration, denomination

It’s time to meet your maker

UNHOLY!

HOLY TRAILS…

The Churches evil plot, perverted, demented sacred grounds

UNHOLY!

HOLY TRAILS…

Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly give their lives

Martyr with no cause, submission to your fate

The magic and the spells, nothing there to gain

The knowledge you obtained, eternal torment claimed insane!

For sorcery and witchcraft now you pay in vain

Your mortal body pressing death

Judgement made, but who’s insane?

Desecration in the Bishop’s den