Dark clouds overshadowed my path
Are these the last days of my life?
Fallen prey to conspiracy
And a hate that raged on lies

Fear born out of ignorance
Has captured the souls of the blind
The mastery dislike my knowledge
Or my lust for life

Like many before trapped in the
Horror of the inquisition

Now the great plague reigns our land
And the harvest song sounds sad
Bitter tears of a little farmer
Will not save his cattle breeding

I stand accused of such mischief
Companions in misfortune share my grief
Behind cold cellar walls
You can hear the restless screaming

It's like living a nightmare
Introducing me the instruments of torture
It became my living nightmare
Introducing me the instruments of torture

Call it blasphemy my chants to the stars
I got publicly exposed
And marked with scars I know I'll end up
As a living torch

My soul is already burning

All over my solid body
Perverts looking for a sign
Adoration of nature became my crime
There's an urge for freedom

To Moorland I'm longing

It's like a living nightmare
Mark me… the instruments of torture
It became my living nightmare
Maim me… the instruments of torture

The instruments of torture

Outside the new season is stirring
Are these the last days of my life?
Forced me to confessions
My love for the horned one I can't deny

Totally humiliated
For history will know my name
Now time is near so I will trusts
My secret to the flames

So I trust my secret
To the flames