Expiation Beat your back with the whip, You are tortured with hot iron. You are worthless heretic, Can be cleansed only with fire.
I'm dying in embrace of the flame, And their throats are spewing curses, They hate me, and violently crave For my death in a long tortures.
"Repent," - shouted the priest Confess to your loathsome deed, I know you talk to evil spirit You’re in plot with the devil, don’t deny it.
My body is tormented by torture But I have no words for the inquisitors, To cleanse me there is only the fire From devil's mark, from evil’s stigmas.
When I’ll soon face the Almighty, I’ll have nothing to say, I’ll be sorry. I don’t think that the fire had cleansed me I have no place even in purgatory.
They gloat, Wait for me with impatience, Wait for me with impatience, Сause now I belong to them.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
