Great and Holy Inquisition

Ash and bone on cobblestone
The book is closed, the sin is sown
A whisper in the dripping cell
One name to burn, one lie to tell

No trial, no grace, no cross to kiss
Just iron thumbs and the abyss
You kneel, you crack, you sign your name –
The fire eats the lesser flame

GREAT AND HOLY INQUISITION!
Hammer falls on blind contrition
GREAT AND HOLY INQUISITION!
God forgives – we grant permission

The pope buys gold, the monk buys wine
The heretic’s tongue twists the line
Confess the stars, confess the rain
Confess your mother’s maiden pain

One rack, one wheel, one crooked priest
One soul that begs to be released
You pray – it rhymes with "kerosene"
The holiest machine

GREAT AND HOLY INQUISITION!
Truth is just a weak suspicion
GREAT AND HOLY INQUISITION!
Die for your own superstition

"Dominus vult – but Vult needs oil!
Save your soul – I’ll save the spoils!"
GUILTY!

GREAT AND HOLY INQUISITION!
Logic? Just a dead position
GREAT AND HOLY INQUISITION!
Ask the ashes – they’re tradition

"Great... and holy..."