They call themselves the Holy knights in red
Wearing hoods and carrying swords?
Holy blades in flames?
Snorting rage and invoking names
Opening wounds and terrible scars

To be burnt at the stake?
Scythes and magic against the blades
To refuse and never state?
Witches, wizards, gypsies and all the atheists

From a hollow sanctuary
Carrying out the sacred judgement?
Spreading around the breath of the bonfire
They condemn you to the Blood Sentence

Behind shields and unbreakable armors?
Invading citadels and burning the infidels?
Deprived of mercy or sacred license?
Riding dark horses and abolishing insolence
Hunting the villagers and killing without endeavor

They call themselves sanctified judges
Like tyrants they also drain
All that is different is a plague
But blood sentence is real pain

To be bursting by the rage?
Ploughs and spells against the raids
To deny and never awake
Intolerance, savage and an unforgivable fake

From a hollow sanctuary
Carrying out the sacred judgement
Spreading around the breath of the bonfire
They condemn you to the Blood Sentence