you better do not mind about my thought's
you never would feel save about my faith
you better do not mind about my thought's
you never would feel save
no, no they won't go
and my hate rises up
and I'm taunted by the phrases that I read
you better run
the wind is coming the wind is blowing
the wind it takes us to a better place
prepare the ground bring the wood
build the stake braid some flowers in
spill with oil dress the maids
light the torches the ceremony begins
take me, burn me and bury my ashes in the ground
so my soul will be forever in the coffin never found
bound you all bound you all
and burned to nothing your eyes and soul
burn to nothing like waste
around the fire the wind blows round
the flames rise higher a howling threnody
we drink much ale the maids sing hail
some tears are shed the sparks are flying high
into the sky the night awakes
the wind comes back igniting the last blaze
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stake brakes down the flowers are gone
songs are sung men are drunk
maids undressed the torches dark
the ground is black the ashes blown away