I remember his eyes as he entered the hall
my kingdom was lost and he spoke
unto all
we see here the signs of witchcraft and i know these words to be true
the devil besieged you by means of this puppet his tool and he pointed at me
Four years has now passed and i've seen no light no hope for the truth or a glimpse of the world i once ruled of all that i used to cherish of all that
i used to do remains but the prayers and my faith in the spirit of truth and he pointed at me
Guest of the inquisition i'm a guest of the inquisition
guest of the inquisition
they stage the play
when it all began i for one can't tell but i first saw those eyes seven years ago i never knew their true intent
it strikes me now how blind i must have been
one after one we all fell strangely ill and floating lights were seen
Awaiting the fall i guess i should have known
the secretive ways of the master inquisitor
a sinister mind conspires a mind numbed by power and greed
now left in this hole i see eyes and they're staring at me
yes, they're staring at me...