Inkubus Sukkubus

Forget not the days of old
And recall the stories told
Of the burnings and the screams
Do they ever haunt your dreams?
There was a time when freedom died
It was an age of genocide
The Inquisition at the door
The Church of Rome in a holy war
They broke children on the wheel
In the madness of their zeal
In the shadow of their wake
The innocent burning at the stake
[Chorus]
Children resist a return to the burning times