Inquisitor Demo

Confess, switch of your own free will while you Still possess the tongue. Otherwise, I'm afraid we shall have to employ Drastic means to rip the truth from you. Are you dare deny your crime? Our patience has run dry. Drag the prisoner to chamber. Inquisitors stand waiting to beg for confession of Sin. To beg for confession of sin. When nothing stirred her tongue to talk, Each device of death brings no result when each Double ax swings her blank, brings her part with Tortures that are fraught. Though you've tried to break me, Your metal fist and stone, You can never take me. I'll never be alone.