Altars in the flames I'm running through the woods I'm running away from the evil Hanged fellows around me I se the crows eating their eyes I se the venom which was poising the earth I felt on my face for the first time Like the angel who disagreed with their god In the beginning of their world I turn around I se them they are close They want my death I rise up to run on But I fell down again Slaved servants of church capture mi Merciful shepherds of Christ My stake is burning They ask me do I believe in their god Never! Now I'm waiting for my death My redemption With me dies the old true Hated alchemy of death