Despot - Auto-da-Fe lyrics

A holy tribunal Filled with old men Discussing matters divine Judging the crimes of peasants Accused of heresy Today my fate lies in their hands Those filthy hands Will hurt me And beat me And bleed me And craft my Auto-da-fé The stage is set The crowds have arrived And I tremble at the sight Of the inquisitors My body's broken My soul is in ruins My fate is still unknown And yet my penitence Has already begun Humiliated Expecting the worst I bear the mark of treason Sanbenito My legacy put to shame Shame Auto da fe My sentence's announced They'll burn me alive Et Spiritum Sanctum effúdit in remissiónem peccatórum My sins are unknown My god is dead My soul is dead Per ministérium Ecclésiæ I hear the crack of the whip Torture Slaughter Bloodshed In the name of god Murder Corruption Politics In the name of god The crowd cheers In inhuman delight They know our fate Is a painful d**h