Treason he fought For there's one will Heads were cut For everyone was guilty
Cities were burnt And the traitors killed 1569 was the year
Through the features of wrath Through the features of sin Can be seen sad features of victim Hands in innocent blood That his prayers can't clean But one prayer then leads to the next sin Tormentor
Now he creates His own Judgment Day Claims to be The vicar blessed by Christ
As mortal man He's a sinner As a ruler He's the one who is just
Through the features of wrath Through the features of sin Can be seen sad features of victim Hands in innocent blood That his prayers can't clean But one prayer then leads to the next sin Tormentor
I am the innocent The victim of awful rage I am the innocent The victim of evil hate And I am the Tormentor The anger, unholy wrath I am the fist of God The pure embodied rage
Through the features of wrath Through the features of sin Can be seen sad features of victim Hands in innocent blood That his prayers can't clean But one prayer then leads to the next sin TormentorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
