A descent into the darkest realm of time  When cruelty was an abstract form of ugliness  Accusations of sacrilege, the terror was real  What fell over the land was hatred forced with steel    The servants of power unleashed tyranny  No one to escape from the shield of hypocrisy  For decades the poor have been the defenseless  Slaughter and mayhem under the wings of the cross    Extremity in ways too savage to realize  In rotten dungeons the screams seemed to vanish  Perversion, monstrosity, undeserved suffering  Horrible ways to "discover" all heretic sinners    When twisted minds fulfill the spiral prophecy  To work hand in hand with death is efficiency  No pity for any form of supplication  Just continuing acts of bestial eliminations      ("The Winter Of Our Discontent")