Tormenting is the only way to extinct god’s enemies to make the sinners confess and clean their souls crushing their heads and bodies by holy terror to reach the cleansing
A dark veil hidding your face, desiring to quench the thirst are you ready to be a punisher? under the ritual of death, your gown lives to reach the cleansing
Written is you were born in a circle damned your hands manage people’s destiny you are the cleaner of souls Torquemada, server of God.
Satanic rites, you make the job to get the extinction of evil corpse In God’s name I have control inquisition will set you into the fire
In your eyes I can see the interior of the worst Torquemada, hagman of the doomed souls
Feeling all, suffering and crying for getting compassion tools of God are making his bastard job
Tormenting is the only way to extinct God’s enemies to make the sinners confess and clean their souls crushing their heads and bodies by holy terror to reach the cleansing
In your eyes I can see the interior of the worst Torquemada, hagman of the doomed souls
Feeling all, suffering and crying for getting compassion tools of God are making his bastard job Torquemada!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
