Death breathes down my neck. The sword will soon decide. Who was right and who

was wrong. Jesus saves, but death prevails. The execution protocol. The

inquisitions deatch call. The execution protocol. Is it God's decision after

all? I look at you, you're my saviour. Bow my head as I kneel. You're the one

I fear most. You're the one who wields the sword. The execution protocol. The

inquisitions deatch call. The execution protocol. Is it God's decision after

all? Persecution mania of heretics. I climb the stairs to the scaffold. Blind

my eyes so I can't see. The grin on your disgusting face. You're a tool of

God's inferior race. The inquisitions deatch call. The execution protocol. Is

it God's decision after all?



[lead - Jens]