Spirits that cry Voices mixed with the darkness on the open outside Graves and worms that tear flesh apart Screams outside bring me the rumors of the end of all work Just as it will do in the sad song of a poet Stood outside, his sad face observes me, his action The punishment that brings me the peace with tears were shed I don't listen to the sing of the birds ans the Angel in a sad gesture leaned his wings Afraid of the down, I cry, and it is raised of sentencer post in the tribunal of holy office This is the hour that crowds will walk under the light of whose name had already been pronounced in Heaven I make a song for the immortals longing the conquer of eternety Purified by the inquisitor fire, I'm washed by the flames of the decide one contemplation In my torments I glorify myself about my actions
Sentenced to death a big bonfire was lit for me Martirized by the pope demency, the crowed of violence start with its followers ready The tyrant manifests it self, I'll keep my duty, I'll follow as a sheep to be degolated in a slaughterhouse I arrive to the place of my sorrow, praying all the time
They set the fire and I hand in my soul to the one I served in hope of an eternal reward And on the highest grave I see a tree with his open wings And once more, if was written: Rest in PeaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
