Текст песни Эскалада - Пытка

Torture

You caught in the night, how are you doing my glorious guest?
In pain, the abode you got
Should help us or knee a nail
Cries of pain
Needles, spikes make talk,
Like ropes fire, metal,
Those who are with you where they or not live
Terrible will be death

You hear Padal,
I'm not yours
All I know
All with me

I will not pass my own, the will does not break
And I laugh in your face Paskuda
You can torture
I will never become Juda

We are masters and know how to make pain
In the requests of the mercy moaning here
Pain until morning, lifted on the wound salt
come on
Tell everything, life I give you
Or torture terrible mixture
Where the poetries hide the best friends
Not? So you die!

Better to die
Better hell
You will not get it
You hear Had

I will not pass my own, the will does not break
And I laugh in your face Paskuda
As you like, you can torture
I will never become Juda