Vatican - Repent or Burn

Repent or burn, to battle the flames, witches tried for the cause.
Guilty for crimes, mystical rhymes, pleasures far beyond real.
Shackled in chains, the crowd goes insane, as the skies grow dark and cold.
I get a chill, from that look in her eyes, cast a spell upon my soul.

Run for your life, run for the hills, dare you be caught.
Cross flares, dragons lairs, all will be brought.

To living in hell, rotting in cells, as the fires burn off the pane.
Nightmares, electric flares, cast the spell upon my soul.

(Leads)

Guillotine, sex machine, pleasures far beyond real.
Guts fly, cyanide, the law at your hells.
Shackled in chains, the crowd goes insane, as the skies grow dark and cold.
Nightmares, electric flares, cast a spell upon my soul.