Grand Inquisitor from Timeweaver by Sunless Dawn

Burn Him at the stake, that heretic
Let the crackling sounds be an ode to fire
Let the flock collect the cinders from the pile
As their eyes gleam from the flames
He Himself condemns the weak - countless in number - to eternal hellfire
Sunk in iniquity
They are forced into the arms of the Church
Are they free?

Grand Inquisitor
Idols sweep through your sight
Caressed by the flock
You enjoy their worship
Life clings to you like a disease
What is freedom worth if obedience is bought with bread?
Grand Inquisitor
You are the source of their sin
You forgive
You bear the cross

There is no crime
There is no sin
Tthere is only hunger
Enslave them
Rule them
And watch the bread turn to stone in their hands

Press down upon the brow of labour the crown of thorns
Crucify mankind upon a cross of gold

Grand Inquisitor
Idols sweep through your sight
Caressed by the flock
You enjoy their worship
Life clings to you like a disease
What is freedom worth if obedience is bought with bread?
Grand Inquisitor
You are the source of their sin
You forgive
You bear the cross

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