Below is the lyrics of the song Inquisición , artist - Leyenda with translation
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Leyenda
Mil aos har grabada en piedra
La mano inmortal seala la senda
A los soldados de dios
Encontraran las puertas blancas
De un infierno lleno de santidad
Que muere al anochecer
Mientras fuera cae la espada
Y condena al olvido
Eterno
No piden perdn, son la perfeccin
Matan siempre con mano de ngel
Son la inquisicin, amiga de muerte
Matan siempre con mano de ngel
Su rostro es de amor
Sus ojos la muerte
Matan siempre con mano de ngel
Pasar las horas muertas,
Observado por la imagen del mal
Perdida al caminar
Por cada ao diez mil miserias
Llenarn el mundo de sangre y metal
Los soldados de Dios
Mientras suenan las campanas
Que los traen del olvido
Eterno
No piden perdn, son la perfeccin
Matan siempre con mano de ngel
Son la inquisicin, amiga de muerte
Matan siempre con mano de ngel
Su rostro es de amor
Sus ojos la muerte
Matan siempre con mano de ngel
Oigo gritos en la niebla
De todos los que perdieron su paz
En el sendero de dios
Es la mano grabada en piedra
Inmenso pual que talla el viento
Cuando lleva razn
A thousand years will be engraved in stone
The immortal hand points the way
to the soldiers of god
They will find the white doors
Of a hell full of holiness
who dies at dusk
While outside the sword falls
And sentence to oblivion
Eternal
They do not ask for forgiveness, they are perfection
They always kill with the hand of an angel
They are the inquisition, friend of death
They always kill with the hand of an angel
her face is of love
The eyes of her death
They always kill with the hand of an angel
Spend idle hours
Observed by the image of evil
lost while walking
For every year ten thousand miseries
They will fill the world with blood and metal
God's Soldiers
While the bells ring
that bring them from oblivion
Eternal
They do not ask for forgiveness, they are perfection
They always kill with the hand of an angel
They are the inquisition, friend of death
They always kill with the hand of an angel
her face is of love
his eyes death
They always kill with the hand of an angel
I hear screams in the mist
Of all those who lost their peace
On the path of God
It is the hand engraved in stone
Immense dagger that carves the wind
when he is right
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