I smell the lies upon the wind The taint of heresy begins I see the shadows twist and crawl Against the sanctity of stone and hall My blade is sworn, my oath is steel To false gods, I shall never kneel With scripture carved into my soul My purpose pure, my mind is whole In the name of light, I judge the night! No sanctuary for the blight! The truth is mine to wield and brand! Burn the heretic! Cleanse the sin! Let the purging fire begin! I am the judge, the sword, the wall! I am the one who brings the fall! Inquisition! My will, divine law! My eyes perceive the hidden flaw Dissect the lie, unmask the rot A whispered prayer, a sacred rite To shatter demons in the night No rune of warding stays my hand Across this blighted, bleeding land I track the scent of profane spell To drag their masters back to hell! If I fall, let ashes mark my name If I bleed, let it cleanse the flame I never sought the crown or praise I chose the burden – I chose the blaze Is truth still pure when born in pain? Can light survive this holy chain? I stand alone, yet still I fight To force the dawn out of the night Burn the heretic! Cleanse the sin! Let the purging fire begin! I am the judge, the sword, the wall! I am the one who brings the fall! Inquisition! My will, divine law! No shadow shall escape my sight I am the bringer of the light The final judgment, the closing page I am the fury of this age!