Dies Irae

The hate and bestiality arising in the hearts

of those ordinary people was what tore us apart

Now I'm leading a life of endless grief

Fire roared, stole my love and my last beliefs

How can it be that people get so cruel and hateful

Perhaps some hidden fear of not being faithful

to the teachings of the preaching, the avaricious ones

They who feed on others credulity, they the shepherding ones

Caught in a trap, of dark lies and accusations

Pure as the pale moonrise, always good intentions

Now inside my head, the moon is rising red

Increasing dread, how can she be dead?

Evil

Witchery

Accused of wicked heresy

Innocent

Burning

The sight is returning

Now a grey rain's falling, beginning to cover the remains of the deed: the still glowing ashes

Night closes in, I'm left alone with my pondering, wondering why

it can be, that no one can see, the truth before their eyes just accepting the lies

Caught in a trap, of dark lies and accusations

Pure as the pale moonrise, always good intentions

Now inside my head, the moon is rising red

Increasing dread, how can she be dead?

Evil

Witchery

Accused of wicked heresy

Innocent

Burning

The sight is returning

Maybe again, will we be together

Maybe again, if after death there is more

Maybe again, or maybe never

but as you are not here I have nothing to live for