Текст песни Stigmatic Chorus - На Костёр

Old Castle without lights, the whole enveloped in mist,
Tranquil sleeping executioner.
In the dark, the walls of the palace, where the moat
I heard someone crying very quiet.

Fear as a knife blade soul cold,
Jeanne could only stand.
The court's verdict is harsh - the fire
The girl that had saved France.
CHORUS: In the fire it on fire,
Frenziedly shouting crowd,
As the atheist should burn in hell.
On fire her witch burned at the stake,
This devil is Satan
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
The Inquisition and the throne - the embodiment of evil,
How often duplicitous kings,
And deceived the people began to crowd of onlookers,
Those people could not save you.
Fear as a knife blade soul cold,
Jeanne could only stand.
The court's verdict is harsh - the fire
The girl that had saved France.
CHORUS: That - well
Old Castle's fire - heard quiet weeping
Serene, like a child sleeping executioner