Watch that little girl in a dungeon so cold-The chains are cutting her flesh! She cry tears like a rainstorm couldn't hold! A face like an angel, so young and fresh-She start to sing a song from her memory! It's the only way to prevent her fear!
I fly like a bird-Counting the rivers! Fly above cold mountains away! I spear the freedom all around me-I fly into the bitter winter's wave!
The little girl was sentenced to burn-To clean her spirit in gods holy flame! She's so obsessed by the devil, she shouldn't learn-And the inquisition is playing a deadly game! A little angel, a cuit girl listen her cry-In the name of god she shall fry!
I fly like a bird-Counting the rivers! Fly above cold mountains away! I spear the freedom all around me-I fly into the bitter winter's wave!
She was guided to the place chained on the wood-Greedy eyes starring at her from the neighborhood! A lest preach spoken for that little girl-While she stands in a cold grip of fear Starring to heaven - not for long! Before again she start to sing her song!
I fly like a bird-Counting the rivers! Fly above cold mountains away! I spear the freedom all around me-I fly into the bitter winter's wave!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
