The murmur grows - until they rage.
It is not a scenery
At this market-place in middle-ages.
Somebody - in the crowd -
Speaks a prayer
Hundred burning torches rise
In their crowd appears a silhouette
Of a mighty FUNeral pyre.
Headling with some unknown herbs
- Rising suspicion -
"Death" - they say -
"is what she deserves!"
- An innocent victim -
"Instruments of torture
will tell us the truth!"
And it feels like
Oooohhh...
"I'm representing the church
Somebody said, in you might lurk
Things - still not seen by human eyes
Is is dark magic, you are practicing?"
After there are no tears left,
And they thought, they'd faced the fact
"Nothing is as it should be
You're accused of witchery!"
"If there is a creator
If there is a god,
You will pay for all the dead
There's punishment above!
And somebody outside
this chamber of horror
Knows my fear, knows my sorrow
YOU preach, how could I learn?
'cause in this faith is
CHARITY ABSURD!"
After these words were spoken
The crowd wants to see her die
The way to the confessor
Will it be the last one in her life?
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comThe murmur grows - until they rage
And somebody speaks a prayer
A prayer