In the misty darkness of my dreams
I wander through the fields
The fields of blood and agony

Where so many had to yield

Through all the ages

Through all the struggle for life
Against bondage, oppression
For freedom and hope

With the hopeless ideal to
Survive


This is a tribute
To all the heathens who died
Tortured, enslaves and burnt

To death
By the servants of religious lies


Religious lies

I hear their mouning in my head

The pain and misery
Betrayed and slaughtered
They were damned

To this place without relief
And all the slain theu took at me
Eith widley opened eyes

Their faces are distorted masks
Congealed in silent cries


Do not believe
Do not obey to their priests
Who want to control you

And spit on your roots
To justify their bloody deeds


This is a tribute
To all the heathens who died
Tortured, enslaves and burnt

To death
By the servants of religious lies


May their spirit rise again
To enlighten me
And to bring back the lores

Got lost in dark centuries
May their ghosts rise again
Just to frighten those

Who dare to convert innocence
By force


And their spirit
Spirit shall rise again
Haunt them - to take revenge


Cleanse the world
And then rebuilt

The mighty heathen throne
Cleanse the world
And then rebuilt


May their spirit rise again
To enlighten me

And to bring back the lores
Got lost in dark centuries
May their ghosts rise again

Just to frighten those
Who dare to convert innocence
By force


Do not believe
Do not obey to their priests

Who want to control you
And spit on your roots
To justify their bloody deeds


This is a tribute
To all the heathens who died
Tortured, enslaves and burnt
To death

By the servants of religious lies

May their spirit rise again
And to bring back the lores