In the year of our Lord 1505 As an unquiet soul is stripped of its life The thousands that fell 'neath his hammer Need their story told.
There was fear at the heart Of the Christian Church Failing power, losing trust Losing those that should worship The One True God What they needed was one to take hold Of the pestilence spreading Across the fair land Like disease through the veins Of a slow-dying man Taking souls, raping souls Showing demons the route to as all.
The hammer is faling No pity, no stalling It crushes with hate and with fear.
Why fear women much more Than the men and the babes Do they tempt you with passion And make you their slaves Would they lie with the devil And change to a cat or a hare? Would they come to your bed In the form of your wife Would they trick you with love And deceive you with lies Would they make you do things That bring shame in the morn's early light?
The hammer is falling No pity, no stalling It crushes with hate and with fear
The hammer is falling No light in the morning It falls even though you are near
The hammer is falling And destiny’s calling The reason it falls is not clear The hammer is falling A new day is dawning Remember and now shed a tearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
