DESCRIPTION:
Spirits that cry
Voices mixed with the darkness on the open outside
Grave and worms that tear flesh apart
Screams outside bring me the rumors of the end of all work
Just as it will do in the sad song of a poet
Stood outside, his sad face observes me, his action
The punishment that brings me the peace with tears were shed
I don't listen to the sing of the birds and the angel
In a sad gesture learned his wings
Afraid of the down, I cry. And it is raised the sentence
Post in the tribunal of the holy office
This is the hour that words will walk under the light of
Whose name had already been preannounced in heaven
I make a song for the immortals longing the conquer of eternity fi Ire
Purified by the inquisitor fire, I'm washed by the flames.
Of the decide ones contemplation
In my torments I glorify myself about my actions
Sentenced to death a big bonfire was lit for me.
Matirized by the pope demency. The crowed of the violence
Start with its followers ready.
The tyrant manifest it self, I'll keep my duty, I'll follow as a sheep to be degolated
In a slaughter -- house I arrive to the place of my sorrow
Praying all the time
They set the fire and I hard in my soul to the one I served in
Hope of an eternal reward
And on the highest grave I see a tree with his open wings
And once more, it was written. Rest in Place!