Blood sentence 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