Burn for This

Fear of the open doors

Fear of the smiling people

Anybody here is a traitor

And anyone is a liar

Behind the cross can't see the truth

Crucifixion casts its shadow on you

Blood spills here every day

With connivance of the Holy Father

We are nobody to each other

No one can be bothered

When they knocked on the door

Hoping for help

He turned away from them

Treated them like spawns

And now every day feels disapproving look

Knowing that he must pay his dues

Pay his dues

You'll burn for this-

Carved on the wall

You'll burn for this

Hear a whisper, someone's call

Don't be afraid of the dead

Fear the living

Who shuts the door in front of you

When you beg for the safe place

Crowd never changes, it is always the same

Burning witches, praising the kings

Then spiting in their faces

Let the Holy Father feed his flock

Which he betrays

When they ask for the shelter

And he closes the door in front of them

Here's invisible sign on the door -

Don't bother me

I'm not doing anything for free

The sound of coins gives absolution

This sound of coins will clear us all

But still he feels this disapproving look

Knowing that he must pay his dues

You'll burn for this-

Carved on the wall

You'll burn for this

Hear a whisper, someone's call

Don't be afraid of the dead

Fear the living

Who shuts the door in front of you

When you beg for the safe place