Why did you come , shaven-headed monk ?
Can not you see my hands in shackles ?
After all, you know, I can strike dead cold iron .
And you do not pekis for my soul ,
Indeed, such have not already .
And I read the burial service useless.
Your Faith - the fire of the Inquisition .
Well , destroy my body ...
I will die , but you too are mortal .
Do not sing a psalm , I was not going to be sick ,
You know, I gave friends and family
You know, I sold my soul to Satan .
I gave all those who loved me ,
All those who are dear and close to me was ,
And you know , I was quite pleased with it all .
Your faith calls me Cain
That's their business , as referred to ,
After all, we all forgotten.
Well , here I confessed ,
Sins do not let go I beg you,
You are not able to do so , the monk .
And do not call her vulgar saints,
In hell , I 'll go to his double ,
And if the devil will allow , with the cup in his hands.
Demon , hell messenger will come after me soon,
Wind body shatter into dust
With the smoke from your fires.
Monk was not stupid , the monk was cunning ,
But with trepidation led it on the fire.
He seemed to put to death in awe .
And he smiled as he looked at the cross ,
When the flames shot up to the heavens,
His voice ringing a merry song sang:
& quot; your faith - the fire of the Inquisition,
Burning only body.
And since there is no soul , then eat the fries!
Enjoy your meal!
Enjoy your meal ! & Quot;
