Burning red of charcoal the roasting place of rest

Flames are slowly stirring in thiis hideous nest

Red hot sparkling pokers lay waiting in the heat

Blackened grid of iron stained with darkened meat

There's a place here for you

We'd like to question you too

Welcome in feel at home settle down you'll have to...

Speak your mind tell the truth don't you lie

The church has the power and a heretic we shall find

No matter what you think who you are and what you do

For we will get the answers that we want out of you!

Hooded are the masters of this holy trial

Pleaded to by many but mercy recievers denial

Silent, skillful and handy their tread they do respect

Amongst the questioned thousands the guilty they'll detect