The Chant of Furies

There’s no sacred place

Where you’ll be free from danger

There’s no special, safe space where you can escape

And there’s no secret land where you can hide your soul

For all those senseless and endless evil crimes

For that red, blameless blood you caused to flow

You have slaughtered purity and innocents with your inquisitions

With all your crusades

Healers, witches, black cats, pagans and herectics

You’ve killed them in the name of your god

It’s time to face the truth

Now, it’s time for revenge

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Tisifone

Megera

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