Angels with sharp teeth
Bit at me in my dreams
There made of lies and sins
Like lots of little things
But they can not sing

Burned by the Priest
To save the world
They watched as I cried
Apon the stake
Lost to the world
They turned to dust as I died

Daemons with pin-claws
Pricked at me in my soul
There made of lies and sins
Like lots of little things
But they can not sing

Burned by the Priest
To save the world
They watched as I cried
Apon the stake
Lost to the world
They turned to dust as I died

Hit me
Hate me
Tie me to the tree
Hit me
Hate me
Tie me to the tree
Hit me
Hate me
Tie me to the tree
Hit me
Hate me
Tie me to the tree
Hit me
Hate me
I'll burn 'till I'm free!

Burned by the Priest
To save the world
They watched as I cried
Apon the stake
Lost to the world
They turned to dust as I died

God Turned away from me,
God Turned away from me,
God Turned away from me,
God let his people kill for free!



Penned by my hand on the 9th of Aeguary, in the year 265 AF.