DESCRIPTION:
Watch that little girl in a dungeon so cold
The chains are cutting her flesh
She cry tears like a rainstorm couldn't hold
A face like an angel, so young and fresh
She start to sing a song from her memory
It's the only way to prevent her fear

Kehrreim:
I fly like a bird - counting the rivers
Fly above cold mountains away
I spear the freedom all around me
I fly into the bitter winter's wave

The little girl was sentenced to burn
To clean her spirit in gods holy flame
She's so obsessed by the devil, she shouldn't learn
And the inquisition is playing a deadly game
A little angel, a cuit girl listen her cry
In the name of god she shall fry

Kehrreim

She was guided to the place chained on the wood
Greedy eyes starring at her from the neighborhood
A lest preach spoken for that little girl
While she stands in a cold grip of fear
Starring to heaven - not for long
Before again she start to sing her song

Kehrreim