Curse from the Past

High walls of the castle remember times Of the dark Middle Ages, reliably hide The terrible secrets that occurred in this Now forgotten abode of mold and mist. Path to truth lies through humility with pain - Blind faith and ascendancy in hands of insane. Gates to the stronghold of inquisition Are open to any heresies. The machine For wringing the neck off works at full. Screams of agony have become the rule. "Sanctity comes through humility with pain." True faith turned the herd to herd of insane. Atmosphere of soreness and fear penetrates Through ages into every corner of cursed place. Curse from the past...