Watch that little girl in a dungeon so cold
 The chains are cutting her flesh
 She cry tears like a rainstorm couldn't hold
 face like an angel, so young and fresh
 She start to sing a song from her memory
 It's the only way to prevent her fear
 
Kehrreim:
 I fly like a bird - counting the rivers
 Fly above cold mountains away
 I spear the freedom all around me
 I fly into the bitter winter's wave
 
The little girl was sentenced to burn
 To clean her spirit in gods holy flame
 She's so obsessed by the devil, she shouldn't learn
 And the inquisition is playing a deadly game
 little angel, a cuit girl listen her cry
 In the name of god she shall fry
 
Kehrreim
 
She was guided to the place chained on the wood
 Greedy eyes starring at her from the neighborhood
 lest preach spoken for that little girl
 While she stands in a cold grip of fear
 Starring to heaven - not for long
 Before again she start to sing her song