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
Chorus:
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
Chorus