[Intro] (Whispers in Latin + distorted vocals) Exterminatus… Exterminatus… Malleus Maleficarum… He is coming. [Verse 1] He hasn't slept for a thousand years, In his eyes—only ash and cold light. On his armor—the skulls of saints and heretics, In his hand—"Liber Heresius," soaked in the blood of its pages. Where he steps, the stars fade, Where he looks, the gods die. Children cry when they hear his name, Even demons whisper: "Don't speak it aloud." [Chorus] Torquemada… Torquemada… Judge, executioner, living flame. Torquemada… Torquemada… Purity through death—his eternal banner! Blood on gold, ash on marble, Every heretic is fuel for his pyre. He knows no mercy, he knows no fatigue, He is the Emperor's punishment in human flesh. [Verse 2] He burns worlds to save one city, He kills billions to preserve the faith. Even the dead scream in his dungeons, His eyes reflect Terra, burning forever. They say he is no longer human, They say there is emptiness and rage within him. They say even the Grey Knights whisper his name with a shudder, When he passes, even the warp falls silent. [Bridge] (slowly, almost spoken word, over heavy organ and church bells) I've seen him burn the innocent... I've seen him burn the saints... I've seen him burn entire sectors... And every time he whispered the same thing: "Better ten thousand martyrs than one unrepentant heretic." [Final Chorus] (much heavier, with choral chorus) Torquemada! Cleansing fire! Torquemada! Death in the name of the Throne! Torquemada! Let the entire galaxy burn! If even one faithful person remains in the ashes! [Outro] (very low, almost demonic growl) I am not a judge... I am a sentence. I am not an executioner... I am a pyre. As long as I live... Heresy will not pass.
