Текст песни Аvард - Молот Ведьм

Dying fire on the cold ground
Soul-a spark carried away by the wind
True woes herald raven shout in the darkness
Rush riders in black on the heels

It shines in the moonlight silver cross
The breast inquisitorial ryassy
Heretic will not go up to the heavens and fire
This night will be a wildly beautiful

To argue with the Almighty no one the right
Faith is sacred and only one
Again, people will praise the Malleus Maleficarum
And in the silence of the hearts and curse

Consuming fire, doomed to burn
Those who emerged from the bottom is not accidental
The will of God is simple - unruly waiting for death
And the monk will keep this secret