why should be allied
with enemies
and sell my soul
to those vermins
lived the life with pride
with no prejudice
fought for belief
with no charity
now in chains
of lies and falsity
now in the dungeon
tortured ...
fires at night
the mob is screms
the guard burst in building
the heretic is cautched
the gloomy priest incriminates
the follower of black magic is caught
and should be punished
the denouncers scream
the heretic should be burned
“never lived my life
with prejudice and lies
never believed in a false god
the religion’s for the slaves
will never get into my soul
into my veins...
my fingers bleed
as I write this letter of farewell
I’m tortured and devastated
they stopped as I could not bare the pain
no more
tomorrow I’ll be burned”
the morning sky is gray
the air is full of smoke
the flesh is burned
but the soul never enslaved....
the gloomy priest incriminates
the follower of black magic is caught
and should be punished
the denouncers scream
the heretic should be burned
lived the life with pride
with no prejudice
fought for belief
with no charity
