Текст песни
On the gray asphalt, there are green spots
Along this road back and forth
Stumbles in a robe with a green pendant
That God whose you are like a puppet on a string
Glamorous and cheerful, dances and drinks
Caresses some, beats others
And often the people question him
He doesn’t care about anyone
The puppeteer is silent
And with the power given to me I judge and decide
I execute some
And forgive others
From dead bloods I gather a palette
I am an executioner and a misanthrope I am the Inquisitor
I ask the doomed animal
And with its blood I paint a picture
Only one is missing from the palette
The one that flows in me
In the Inquisitor
I executed the terrible
I execute the insignificant
And I see all creatures alike with each other
A toothless vampire suffers behind the wall
And I believed that beauty would save the world
But the gray little world will not be saved by beauty
And in the viscous mud a dream rots
And in the bright sunset of the dead luminaries
Burn the faces of those I loved
