Repent Ye, Wretched Heretics
I didn't expect some sort of Spanish Inquisition

Words: Elizabeth de Moncreif
Tune: God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen
Source: Standing Song Stone Book

Repent ye, wretched heretics
At our auto-de-fe,
For we are Torquemada's gang
Do not get in our way,
Or on the rack we'll torture you
While for your souls we pray

Oh, tidings of terror and pain,
Terror and pain,
Oh, tidings of terror and pain.

And if in our religious zeal
We sometimes go astray,
We're confident that God on high
Will not His priests betray,
And if you're into S and M
You'll have a lovely day


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