Zealot from Camel by Brass Camel

A powder keg with a burning fuse,
An offer made that can’t be refused
The mandate to maim, torment and abuse
Poisons the mind of a wieldy few

Sadists and saints walk hand in hand
To crush the dying, doomed and damned
To whom now waving the white flag
Is not an option

My God, what have you done?
There’s coming back from what you have done
My God, what have you done?

Sitting accused but you don’t know the crime
Battered and bruised and biding your time
In the pit where the pendulum swings
From side to side while your neck’s on the line

Hanging judges oversee the trial
As seven white candles burn to the wire
And as their fire flickers out
So will yours with it

My God, what have you done?
There’s coming back from where you have gone
My God, what have you done?

Heads will hang from the castle walls
There’s nowhere to run when the hammer falls

Deaf ears won’t hear your desperate calls
heat grows from four closing walls
The time’s come to stoke the crackling fire
And let the heretics burn one and all
Lest the kingdom fall

My God, what have you done?

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