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In the past, a small group of aged men were devoted to achieve wisdom and not to get power & wealth They are a latent menace to pontificate A small town that don't lives from charity raises they don't adore altars or images also Don't need to faithful to an oath Neither to believe in suffering to get salvation Clergy starts to envy them those unable to wield their power on them They instill lies & tell them to be heretics Falling on them the reign of terror Official: His Holiness how may I recognize believers from true heretics? Inocencio III: Kill them all, God will know his owns The reign of terror Clergy forgets its miserable origin And their years of slaveness by the Roman Empire and as every guilty one, they wait for salvation But they are condemned from the beginning of their formation Songtexte One hand on the cross & the other on the sword The pontificate unleashes its envy Their Crusade respect no sex or age Christians burning their brothers because of faith Official: Job is done, His Holiness, there were no respect for age, sex or social kind Betrayed & killed Raped & deprived Your own brothers Incinerated Aus Songtexte Mania