In a time when fear ruled over reason, and the innocent were condemned by shadows and whispers, the Inquisition cast its dark veil over the land.
This is the story of those who suffered in silence, whose cries for mercy were met with fire and iron.

In the shadows of the candlelight, inquisition's cruel embrace,
Accused of wicked heresy, no refuge, no safe place.
The dungeons cold and silent, whispers echo through the night,
Innocence abandoned, justice lost from sight.

Oh, the screams of the tortured, the innocent in chains,
In the name of holy orders, humanity's refrain.
Confessions carved from agony, beneath the rack and fire,
In the terror of the inquisition, where mercy does expire.

Tales of witches whispered, fear spreads like a plague,
Women, men, and children, the innocent betrayed.
Through trial and tribulation, no solace, no release,
The inquisitor’s relentless, their power will not cease.

Oh, the screams of the tortured, the innocent in chains,
In the name of holy orders, humanity's refrain.
Confessions carved from agony, beneath the rack and fire,
In the terror of the inquisition, where mercy does expire.

Faith turned into weaponry, truth twisted into lies,
In the grip of desperation, beneath the weeping skies.
The stake stands tall and ready, the pyre set ablaze,
Souls cry out for justice, in the inferno's haze.

Oh, the screams of the tortured, the innocent in chains,
In the name of holy orders, humanity's refrain.
Confessions carved from agony, beneath the rack and fire,
In the terror of the inquisition, where mercy does expire.

History's dark reflection, a tale of endless pain,
May we learn from these shadows, let not such horrors reign.
For the ghosts of the inquisition, still whisper in the wind,
A warning to the ages, a plea for us to mend.

History's dark reflection, a tale of endless pain,
May we learn from these shadows, let not such horrors reign.
For the ghosts of the inquisition, still whisper in the wind,
A warning to the ages, a plea for us to mend.

A plea for us to mend.

Oh, the screams of the tortured, the innocent in chains,
In the name of holy orders, humanity's refrain.
Confessions carved from agony, beneath the rack and fire,
In the terror of the inquisition, where mercy does expire.

In the terror of the inquisition, where mercy does expire.

History's dark reflection, a tale of endless pain,
May we learn from these shadows, let not such horrors reign.
For the ghosts of the inquisition, still whisper in the wind,
A warning to the ages, a plea for us to mend.

History's dark reflection, a tale of endless pain,
May we learn from these shadows, let not such horrors reign.
For the ghosts of the inquisition, still whisper in the wind,
A warning to the ages, a plea for us to mend.