Текст песни Natural spirit - Пепел

Cursed be their bishop and his entourage,
Burning at the stake of innocent people ..
Let her body burns a flame a fire -
She did not primёt your faith in Christ!

Burning us - idols of Gods,
The land was covered with false rudeness.
We vozmёm sword instead of your shackles,
Rotting fruit cursed Christianity ...

Thin fingers charred hands,
A perfect body dispelled the dust ..
Forever it has closed its magic circle
And a hell of pain stuck in the eyes of the dead ..
I hear songs from her lovely mouth,
I saw the magic elixir of herbs ..

I'll strangle her ashes my sadness
Magic art heiress becoming ...