I wake up in shivers of cold
On a chilly sunny morning of May
My eyes try to catch up with what is going on
They only
recall the nights which in dungeons I laid
Chanting in a tongue unknown fills my ears
Odour of incenses... warmth of
torchfires
Men wearing black hooded robes are closing me
Golden crosses glow as they light my pyre
"In the name of the holy
trinity
We purify thy soul with these flames
And baptize you..."
"Never! You can burn me, bastards
But you can never take my
faith
I spit on your cross and curse you
In the name of the spirits of my fathers!"
"We cursed you servants of the foreign
god
Despisable betrayers of your people
I will never ever accept your faith
Rather I burn at the stake!"