The Last Missive lyrics

Song information

Artist: Blinded By Faith
Album: Under An Occult Sun

Lyrics

Bamberg, july 24 1628
My dear, o dearest margaret
How I wish to hold you in my arms!
But, I shall never again
As I'm rotting in a cold cell
Condemned for odious crimes I've never commit
Please, pardon my awful writing
I can barely hold a feather
Since my torturers have crushed my finger
As you can see, I'm still bleeding while writing this letter..

I was accused of sorcery and as you know
At the church court, you're guilty even when you're not
In the obscure atmosphere of a dirty dungeon
I was stripped naked and whipped
By merciless, masked persecutors
Your pain is their gain, so you'd yell in vain
Tied to the rack and quartered
Every fibre of my frame ached
O the ripping suffering I endured..
But I'll spare you the most gruesome details

Unable to bear further torture
I had to make up some sins
And denounce my accomplices..
What a pathetic masquerade!

Tomorrow, I'll be burned on the pyre
I just can't sleep at night
Assailed by haunting visions..

I did nothing wrong, my conscience is pure
In my mind I'll be innocent until the end
They can attack my weak flesh
But my soul remains unstained!

My judges will be judged
For their twisted caricature of justice
Feeble slaves, clung to their bible
Dedicating a cult to abomination

When ignorance is sovereign
Superstitions kill and faith rhymes with crimes
One of my jailers
Whose heart still knows human feelings
Promised me to give you this missive
As soon as you receive it
Run away from this land of madness
The sun goes down,. a mournful organ
Seems to groan a theme for my requiem
Farewell, beloved daughter
Your father shall embrace you nevermore..

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