You will be branded with red-hot iron, the fire will eat into your flesh*
You sinner shall praise the Lord, otherwise you will end up screaming.
They will torment you with water, with a foul smell in your mouth .
Your stomach will almost burst, the blood will stream brightly from your throat.
They shout at you that you are a heretic, but you laugh in their face,
You fear neither steel No matter the fire, your iron will will never break.
Your limbs will be crushed, your boots will be surrounded by wood.
You will never defy again, soon death will flow into your body.
You shout at you that you are a heretic, but you laugh in their face,
You fear neither steel nor fire, your iron will never breaks.
They want to break your will once you have finally converted,
You smile at the dead, your soul intact.

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