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 death