Текст песни Gui La Ross - Крик души Жака де Моле

Oh, and for what kind of curse is this?
I have no rest seven centuries!
No, here is quiet in the dungeon to die -
So I somehow decided to burn in the fire ...

I came to the heroes, and it became clear to me
What was easier in Palestine in the war.
That after death I do not find peace:
Roleviks are striking the soul of nonsense.

I myself did not know what was so good
And, in general, was pretty care
In the fact that the siete is already fit to bring flowers:
With your works, I became almost holy!

And I'm already accustomed to tragic roles:
Innocent martyr and king's victim.
And I am with fear of God waiting for the arrival of the day,
When you decide to canonize me.

And if for a minute we say
That I was disgusting and gnussen,
That I violated the charter, did not honor it at all -
Alone bastards strained one hundred forty seven,
(And maybe more)

To become a master, I put a colleague,
And the poor gogo is not left of the cases;
I drank wine of any varieties without any measures
All the material like a real Templar!

Holy Deva, I almost already forgot
How did I still have this life?
And after death, I do not find peace ...
Go to hell, let yourself become yourself !!!