Текст песни Дурдом под елочкой - Торквемада

My afraid of my fear D G
Your brother Torquemada is already on the way Em A
So he raises a black banner over his head
Now do not escape anyone
He loves canibalism
Torture and sacred fire
Everyone who will meet him on the way
Even before the dawn will be the earth

Autumn, Sun for Mountain
Torquemada rushing
waiting outside the door eternal peace
And Saving Souls

Thomas Torcwemad drank bowl to the bottom
Threw his sword on dry grass
Like another challenge of death,
Like another chance to lose war
He requires a horse, and it is submissive
The devi breathes fire
The sun is mine, I'll hang you black Mass,
After which nothing saves us