The Blade Of Inquisition

Under the big blade of black inquisition

I dragged a witch and a pile of other cares

I dragged a shrew dirty and wild

I mocked blaming her by the end of lash

It lasted as if two centuries

Thy sick ancestors' anguishes,

however carnal like me

Hungry is this child with little eyes

Lean and in without material hands

Wouldn't I take it cover, feed and be with it?

I can't answer myself, the bell is ringing now

In pews the same ones saw it,

it little, crying one - take

Under the naked blade of thousandth inquisition

I dragged a witch - old like leprosy

I dragged her by hair tearing a pavement

Old was a man I will tell you

He was sitting at a wall covered as in frost

He was groaning in front of us begging mercy

He lost his legs fighting for country

His family died because that's the fate

I wanted to feed him when strange chance

My own grandma kicked his into the corner

That bell sounded. What to do?

I'm going, There is a nice front

Old was a man

Ha was sitting at a wall

He was groaning in front of us

He lost his legs

I wanted to feed him

My own grandma kicked his

That belt sounded. What to do?

I'm going, there is a nice front

Under the living blade of my inquisition

I'm dragging that witch

I don't know no more from where

She's unusual clear not to recognize.

This sudden change could astonish

No, I don't believe,

the witchcrafts are getting me wrong

I was in pew, church pool

I twisted my hands with the hope

And what she? And where is she?

Under the living light there wind blew into her

This old witch is indeed me

You are too high to see how low you are