This man, once a warrior of great stature I cannot leave him behind So I carefully lay him on the back of my horse
And then I notice the royal emblem
With this knowledge I return, to the small wooden church So he might be given, the proper burial he deserves
Then my senses pick up the stench of burning flesh I see a yellow glare ahead Screams that slowly fade away A nightmare has unfolded itself
This horror can't be a coincidence
And thus it burns, the church where I sheltered for the hail, the doors seem locked The saints, whose songs soothed me, were killed by the blazing fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.