Narrator: They hunt him
in the woods, over the sea
he will never be
really free.


Over the lands I run
always following the sun
they wish to capture me
‘cause their truth I don't wanna see.

My strength is lost
they are like a restless ghost
as shadows on my back
I can feel their breath upon my neck.

I can't be found
I will never be bound
they long to torture my body
to satisfy their false glory.

To their religion, to their God
I swear I will never nod
so my bones they will break
and then I will die at the stake.

I will be slay for my faith
this is my cruel fate
if they catch me
pain is all I will see.

For their inquisition
my religion is just superstition
for this I must be killed
to win the evil, my blood they need.

With the ropes, the whip and the fire
I will suffer for their desire
to make me forswear
I'll be tortured more than I can bear.

But I will never give in
they will never win
on the rack I can scream
but they can't kill my dream.

For my family, for my Goddess
I will never accept their darkness
even in the pain of a burned skin
for mercy I will never beg him.

But for now I still run
I can hear them come
too tired I fall to the ground
breathless I stay down.

I'm on bended knee
they look at me
with my hands bound
soldiers all around.

I'll soon be tortured and slain
under their angry sight I start to pray
Gods give me the power
to not give in when I will be in the tower.


The dungeons of pain!

Narrator: He is in their hands
they will torture him till the end
in few days he will be dead
‘cause their monks are mad!


I know I will die
my faith they can't bind
but I will live again
my future is still lying ahead.

In a dark and cold prison
I can't savour the sweet of the season
there is just fear and pain
in the silence I can hear the sound of the rain.

They are came for me
in the dark on bended knee
I wait for the trail
I know they will fail.

They ask me to forswear
I will never do it! I swear!
They command to start
the fear fills my heart.

The whip hits my back
the pain seems endless
but my soul is strong
what they are doing is wrong.

Screams, tears and blood
the pain fills me like a flood
they ask me to change my mind
I can just pray the Gods in the sky.

The red hot make me cry and faint
I have no thoughts in my brain
I beg the Gods in the sky
please let me die!

The ropes break my shoulders
I have been hit by the soldiers
they ask me to deny my faith
to forfield their death crusade.

I curse them for their cruelty
all this is just insanity
they keep torture me
but I will never give in!

The chest pierces by the knife
I don't care of my life
they want to subdue my fortitude
make me suffer more than I can endure.

They keep say nod
nod to our God
but in my religion I believe
this is what I feel.

I no long anymore to survive
I just wish to die
so the pain will end
and I won't bow to them.

The torture was too intense
I have lost my sense
now I am in my cell
lying down in this deep well.

The wounded back on the wall
upon my face the tears fall
I miss my brothers
I long to see my wife my daughters.

But I will die in this darkness
I can feel the loneliness
I'm scared to give in
to commit this sin.

After many days of pain
my body won't last again
these dungeons are like hell
but what they want I can't tell.

The trail is finished
my faith I haven't banished
my body is broken
my hope they have taken.

Lying down on the ground
my hands still bound
I wait for the new dawn
when my life will be gone.

The sun lits the day
on the coach I pray
far ahead there is the stage
but this is not my last page.

On the wheel my bones they break
now I'm bound on the stake
the crowd is asking for the blood
I still pray my God.

The flames wrap me
the fire is all I see
the pain make me blind
in the suffer I'm dying.


Narrator: His screams cut the air
the monks in their chair
pray believing to save his soul
in the darkness of their eternal fall.

His body is worn down by the fire
he is dying, all for their desire
but this is not the end
he will be born again.

After he is dead
the monks feeling their self proud said:
we have saved his soul
forfield the great call.

This was all madness
they fell in the darkness
this is not the God way
to burn who is different at the stake!