Текст песни Старый Склеп - Молот Ведьм

Close your eyes,
Yes, pray with me,
And the cross at the altar
Bathe tear.
Cross your fingers and wait,
What shudder heaven!
We locked doors
I hear the voices of the inquisitors!

The hunt is on,
Already the fires burning!
And in the flames screaming
Witches witches yes!
And three hundred years of fire,
You write down the blood
Dominican labor -
Who and how burned!

Hammer of Witches!

Leads his terrible judgment
Lost soul,
Even he does not know
Where is God, where Satan!
Zasypet silver
He is singing churches,
And do not remember his shower
Ruined people!

Hammer of Witches!

Oh, where are you, Lord?
Do not leave me!
And I see in the fire
Crucified Christ!
Stay still with me,
So smell my death,
Already I can see the smoke,
I will burn!

Hammer of Witches!