At  The  Stake  -  Darkwood

I  wake  up  in  shivers  of  cold

On  a  chilly  sunny  morning  of  May

My  eyes  try  to  catch  up  with  what  is  going  on

They  only  recall  the  nights  which  in  dungeons  I  laid

Chanting  in  a  tongue  unknown  fills  my  ears

Odour  of  incenses...  warmth  of  torchfires

Men  wearing  black  hooded  robes  are  closing  me

Golden  crosses  glow  as  they  light  my  pyre

"In  the  name  of  the  holy  trinity

We  purify  thy  soul  with  these  flames

And  baptize  you..."

"Never!  You  can  burn  me,  bastards

But  you  can  never  take  my  faith

I  spit  on  your  cross  and  curse  you

In  the  name  of  the  spirits  of  my  fathers!"

"We  cursed  you  servants  of  the  foreign  god

Despisable  betrayers  of  your  people

I  will  never  ever  accept  your  faith

Rather  I  burn  at  the  stake!"