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Versuri Victim of the inquisition
- Morgana Lefay

Oh, my dear beloved Anne
I write you in blood
From my wounded finger nails
In my cell, in gods hell
I'm waiting for more torture
And a certain death - fur sure.

Through these wet walls of stone
I can hear their pain-machines
And the screams from all the dying
Believe me - I am - innocent I swear
It's true, but I can't take it any more
I confess - just to get relieved.

They've crushed my kneecaps,
Fingers and my feet
Still they drag me down the
Stairs, so who's satanical

Many hundred thousand goodnights my love
Innocent I'll die -
I'm a victim of the inquisition.

Flee from town before it is too late,
you are no longer safe
I hope these words,
will reach you somehow,
goodnight, farewell my love.

They've crushed my kneecaps,
Fingers and my feet
Still they drag me down the
Stairs, so who's satanical?.

Many hundred thousands goodnights my love
Innocent I'll die -
I'm a victim of the inquisition