O, me name is Torquemada.
I'm the leader of the band.
Although, we're few in numbers,
We're feared throughout the land.
We tortures Moors and Atheists
And kicks them when they fall,
But when we works on heretics,
We works the best of all.
O, the rack goes "creak",
And the thumbscrews squeak,
And the Whips all flail away.
The Jesuit slams the iron maiden shut,
While I kneels in the corner to pray.
The auto-da-fe is God's chosen way
To purge sin from the land!
Another soul to heaven from Torquemada's and!
Refrain:
Yadadada, dadadadada
Yadadada, dadadada
Yadadada, dadadadada!
Another soul to heaven from Torquemada's Band!
ENJOY!