Testo: Chimaera. Other. Inquisition.

A torture of cultures, the ones you have denied
After all these years you still run away
From all the pain you left behind

Stolen their identities you failed to see
Stolen, and so their right to be
Stolen, and so their right to feel
Stolen, and so their right to be
Stolen, and so their right not to believe

You pray to your god
as you reach for the devil?s hand
Don?t tolerate, indoctrinate
in the name of a hollow faith

Poison the minds of the unaware
For the cause of your holy warfare
You spill more blood to cleanse the stain
just to relief your guilty mind
God hates your inquisition
Thou art not free from blame

When freedom comes with a gun in her hands,
everybody fights for his promised land