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