From the Graves - Malleus Malleficarium (I Am)

In the cellar of the abbey
At the light of the torches
Benedict monks are praying
Waiting for the Inquisition

Depravity, vice and lust
Hidden in their guts
Fearing the truth arise from the lies
The contract with the Devil

The Great Inquisitor arrives
With a new bible at hand

Malleus Maleficarum
I am the
Malleus Maleficarum

Instruments of torture
In order on the table
Chains with big hooks, hanged from the roof
Oil is boiling on fire

The Great Inquisitor arrives
With a new bible at hand

Malleus Maleficarum
I am the
Malleus Maleficarum

Long is the night at the dungeons
Seconds seem like centuries
To the gypsy who denied her body
For the pleasures of the flesh

Horror screams accumulation
In the grotesque silence
Of her mouth without tongue
…And tears are falling