Текст песни Spirit - Пепел

Cursed be the bishop with his retinue,
Burning innocent people in the fire ..
Let the flame of the fire burn her body -
She won't accept your faith in Christ!

Burning us - the idols of the Gods,
The earth was covered with deceitful rudeness.
We will take the sword instead of your shackles,
The rotting fruit of accursed Christianity ...

Thin fingers of charred hands
A beautiful body scattered to dust ..
Her magic circle closed forever
And hellish pain froze in dead eyes ..
I heard songs from her sweet lips
Saw an elixir of magical herbs ..

I will suffocate my sadness with her ashes
Becoming heiress by magic art ...