Altars of the flame
I'm running through the woods
I run away from evil
Hanged people around me
I see how crows eat their eyes
They are a venom that has eroded the earth
I am getting them close
As an angel who disagreed with their god
At the beginning of your world
I turn around
I am getting them close again
They want my death
I climb to run
But I fell again
Slaved servants of church captured me
Gracious pastors of Christ
My eyes is burning
They asked me if I believe in their god
Now I'm waiting for my death
My redemption
The old believer dies inside me
Hated Alchemy of Death