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So there I was on my Stallion of Might

Gazing towards the Battlefield at Night

My Eyes saw Murder and utter Despair

And I saw that it was good.

I rode across the burning Fields

Facing wretched Outlaws; Thieves

And I watched them pillage and burn

Witches ablaze, screaming for Death

A Grin on my scarred and bearded Face

The final Solution was truly upon us:

Everyone shall bow to the Cross

The Inquisition doesn't count the Loss

My Mind did not really witness the Horror

My Eyes were closed; not open

Because the Almighty had them stolen

and put in fiery Fantasies of Death instead

There's no Mercy for the Heathens

Kill them all by the Sword of the Prophets

Cast their Spirits to Hell, and sacrifice all

And we'll force their Children into Benediction

Everyone shall bow to the Cross

The Inquisition doesn't count the Loss