Turning into Red

Poenam no sentio mortis, poena fuit vita, requies mihi morte parata est

Darker moon and darker night,

Far away from every light

Iron claws are holding me,

The death in flames is mine

I am sitting here alone, tortured and prisoned in my cell

I am sitting here alone, tortured and prisoned in my cell

Chains binding my hands and feets, I feel I am in hell

Chains binding my hands and feets, I feel I am in hell

I did never something wrong

Everyday I prayed to God

Darker moon and darker night,

Far away from every light

Iron claws are holding me,

The death in flames is mine

Live is dark and savage now, they blamed me as a witch

Live is dark and savage now, they blamed me as a witch

Years and years I healed the people, with the help of nature's power

Years and years I healed the people, with the help of nature's power

I did never something wrong

Everyday I prayed to God

I remember when I was young and the fields and the trees surrounding me

As a maid on a farm there was nothing bad and evil for me

All the terrible thing they said, my skin was burnt with fire

My life is turning into red, the inquisitions desire

I remember when I was young and the fields and the trees surrounding me

As a maid on a farm there was nothing bad and evil for me

All the terrible thing they said, my skin was burnt with fire

My life is turning into red, the inquisitions desire

I have to got to the pyre now, all my bones are broken

They spite on me - No help no angels here - I cannot flee

I am confined to a pile - tears of pain running from my eyes

The flames devour me, my fate is black

My fate is black

My fate is black

Darker moon and darker night,

Far away from every light

Iron claws are holding me,

The death in flames is mine

Darker moon and darker night,

Far away from every light

Iron claws are holding me,

The death in flames is mine