When the fire without mercy burns your covering,
When the fire, full of fervor, singes your flesh.
If the fire that has sheltered you for so long,
Can bring your death by its power.
Then you ask yourself, was it really worth it?
Wouldn't cowardice have proven better this time?
It would have been begging for mercy and cowardly betrayal,
spared you the fate of the deadly fire?
But when the priests looked up at the funeral pyre,
send you through the fire to purify your soul.
You know, you should have If you turned to madmen,
you would undoubtedly have been burned inside!
No - We will not perish!
No - We will resist this madness!
We do not pray to you God,
your priests sow fear but only deserve ridicule!
No - we will not perish!
No - we will resist this madness!
Before the gags of the church we carry,
we will venture through the fire!
When your body is completely consumed by the flames,
joyful excitement increases in the priests.
And a disgusting grin marks her face,
for God's grace is not for these heretics.
Father in heaven, are you proud of us?
How we murder shamelessly, in your favor?
We murder and judge as we please,
as self-proclaimed rulers of this sick world!
And while they are still rejoicing in their deeds,
the mob descends on them .
Unwilling to allow themselves to be oppressed any longer,
The will of the silenced masses is stirring.
The priests are all pushed into the church,
by the mob hung from the highest beam.
And while one after the other dies miserably,
the church is set on fire!
Only through your sacrifice did they see,
/>You could also be their Messiah!
For you died, as they say about him,
chosen to die by the hatred of men.