Текст песни Budda Larin - Охота на Ведьм

Witch-hunt

Father, tell us where to go
After all, we probably won't understand with our minds.
We will destroy everything you say along the way
For the good of the common, we will go over the corpses.

Holy Inquisition, - the line is marching,
Don't get us you better on the way.
Any word you say here
We'll wrap you up, we can let you down.

Beautiful and smart - there can be no such thing
You won't prove it! - we are behind a shroud of thorns.
The retribution for sins has always been severe.
Attention! The hunt is in progress! There is a witch hunt!

The hunt is in progress ... the hunt is in progress ... the witch hunt is in progress!

Light the fires!
Destroy bridges!
Stakes and crosses!
Witches or you!

We are inquisitors and the doors are open to us,
We enter wherever we want without knocking.
Do not cry the old woman at the broken trough,
We know the truth and we will betray everything to fire.

We know our business clearly and willingly
We will talk any, - she will say everything herself.
You won't be hurt, it will only tickle -
After all, we do great things with lies.

And we knew no mercy, no doubt,
Until trouble knocked at the late hour.
My love is a red-haired creation.
The hunting season is open ... the hunting season for us.

Make fires!
Set me on fire!
Bridges burned!
Didn't save you!

11/24/17

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