I smell the lies upon the wind
The taint of heresy begins
I see the shadows twist and crawl
Against the sanctity of stone and hall

My blade is sworn, my oath is steel
To false gods, I shall never kneel
With scripture carved into my soul
My purpose pure, my mind is whole

In the name of light, I judge the night!
No sanctuary for the blight!
The truth is mine to wield and brand!

Burn the heretic! Cleanse the sin!
Let the purging fire begin!
I am the judge, the sword, the wall!
I am the one who brings the fall!
Inquisition! My will, divine law!

My eyes perceive the hidden flaw
Dissect the lie, unmask the rot
A whispered prayer, a sacred rite
To shatter demons in the night

No rune of warding stays my hand
Across this blighted, bleeding land
I track the scent of profane spell
To drag their masters back to hell!

If I fall, let ashes mark my name
If I bleed, let it cleanse the flame
I never sought the crown or praise
I chose the burden – I chose the blaze

Is truth still pure when born in pain?
Can light survive this holy chain?
I stand alone, yet still I fight
To force the dawn out of the night

Burn the heretic! Cleanse the sin!
Let the purging fire begin!
I am the judge, the sword, the wall!
I am the one who brings the fall!
Inquisition! My will, divine law!

No shadow shall escape my sight
I am the bringer of the light
The final judgment, the closing page
I am the fury of this age!