In the year of our Lord 1505
As an unquiet soul is stripped of it's life
The thousands that fell ’neath his hammer
Need their story told
There was fear at the heart of the Christian Church
Failing power, losing trust
Losing those that should worship
The One True god
What they needed was one to take hold
Of the pestilence spreading
Across the fair land
Like disease through the veins of a slow-dying man
Taking souls, raping souls, showing demons the route to us all
The hammer is falling, no pity, no stalling
It crushes with hate and with fear
Why fear women much more, than the men and the babes?
Do they tempt you with passion, and make you their slaves?
Would they lie with the Devil, and change to a cat or a hare?
Would they come to your bed, in the form of your wife?
Would they trick you with love, and deceive you with lies?
Would they make you do things, that bring shame in the morn’s early light?
As an unquiet soul is stripped of it's life
The thousands that fell ’neath his hammer
Need their story told
There was fear at the heart of the Christian Church
Failing power, losing trust
Losing those that should worship
The One True god
What they needed was one to take hold
Of the pestilence spreading
Across the fair land
Like disease through the veins of a slow-dying man
Taking souls, raping souls, showing demons the route to us all
The hammer is falling, no pity, no stalling
It crushes with hate and with fear
Why fear women much more, than the men and the babes?
Do they tempt you with passion, and make you their slaves?
Would they lie with the Devil, and change to a cat or a hare?
Would they come to your bed, in the form of your wife?
Would they trick you with love, and deceive you with lies?
Would they make you do things, that bring shame in the morn’s early light?
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