Victims that were sentenced
to the cruel caress
of the Flames of Redemption...
Humiliation and tears
that looked for justification
in the most absurd confessions...
Their Art of Cruelty and Pain
reigned in the name of their god,
but fraud´s cold poison
killed the serpent itself.
A Brotherhood of Martyrdom
that punished the thought
with a sacred court of madness...
A myth and its law
that were born to murder in grace
and to glorify the rashness...
Their Art of Cruelty and Pain
reigned in the name of their god,
but fraud´s cold poison
killed the serpent itself.
Caught and lost in their own hell
of ignorance, terror and faith
they created their unclean empire
to cultivate masked ambition,
betrayal and degradation.
Drinking their utopian dreams
as if they were harlots of a holy love
they soaked their mysteries with evil
to cultivate masked ambition
betrayal and degradation.
