Текст песни: Grand Inquisitor + перевод

Burn Him at the stake, that heretic

Let the crackling sounds be an ode to fire

Let the flock collect the cinders from the pile

As their eyes gleam from the flames

He Himself condemns the weak — countless in number — to eternal hellfire

Sunk in iniquity

They are forced into the arms of the Church

Are they free?

Grand Inquisitor

Idols sweep through your sight

Caressed by the flock

You enjoy their worship

Life clings to you like a disease

What is freedom worth if obedience is bought with bread?

Grand Inquisitor

You are the source of their sin

You forgive

You bear the cross

There is no crime

There is no sin

Tthere is only hunger

Enslave them

Rule them

And watch the bread turn to stone in their hands

Press down upon the brow of labour the crown of thorns

Crucify mankind upon a cross of gold

Grand Inquisitor

Idols sweep through your sight

Caressed by the flock

You enjoy their worship

Life clings to you like a disease

What is freedom worth if obedience is bought with bread?

Grand Inquisitor

You are the source of their sin

You forgive

You bear the cross

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