Torquemada's Dream

Soon here will be so smokily, we will cremate your sorrow
'Cause Tomas Torquemada's dream is witch to die tomorrow
But not enough patience to wait, no sand to borrow
He will inflame bodies today and hell is lose to follow

The other witch will die tomorrow
And this witch will die today!
This witch will die today
And other witch will die tomorrow

Sitting in dark place alone, so sick of hatred
Craving to burn witches left, philopophize it's fated
Sins of yours grown too bad, jury cannot ignore them
So dead will dance on your remains to celebrate this salem

So burn all your fires, burn, let these flames go higher
'Cause Tomas Torquemada's dream is set this witch on fire
So she will die here today, other will die tomorrow
Steal her soul to swallow



Credits
Writer(s): Wentzel Rollmann
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