Текст песни Король и Шут - Инквизитор

The stone walls of the dungeon froze
There are screams of horror and crying everywhere
A man whispered under his breath, trembling with a hangover
- "Now in my face God has an executioner!"

The gray-haired monk with a cross and in a black robe,
Going down to the dungeon with a torch, he said:
“Everyone who is here must suffer!
I hear God, he desires your tears! "

I hate laughter!
The call of carnal pleasures!
People, you lose faith -
This is a mortal sin!

Chorus:
If you ask, what do I have to do with it!
I punish God's sword!
No faith, you betrayed her!
Woe is yours!

Flesh - she's stupid!
Like a shell!
Evil immortal spirit saturating
God's servant.

Chorus:
If you ask, what do I have to do with it!
I punish with the sword of God!
No faith, you betrayed her!
Woe is yours!

People, trust us!
Plaham and bonfires!
Only pain and only misery
Help you!

But I can only confess to myself alone!
Their suffering is a tribute to my vanity
Every night I whip my flesh
Only lust I can’t overcome!