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 it's 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


One hand on the cross & the other on the sword
The pontificate unleashes it's 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