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
Kehrreim: 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
Kehrreim
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