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!"