In the misty darkness of my dreams
 I wander through the fields
 The fields of blood and agony
 where so many had to yield

 Through all the ages
 Through all the [bad word] for life
 Against bondage, oppression
 For freedom and hope
 With the hopeless ideal to
 survive

 This is a tribute
 to all the heathens who died
 Tortured, enslaves and burnt
 to death
 by the servants of religious lies

 Religious lies

 I hear their mouning in my head
 the pain and misery
 Betrayed and slaughtered
 they were damned
 to this place without relief
 And all the slain theu took at me
 Eith widley opened eyes
 Their faces are distorted masks
 congealed in silent cries

 do not believe
 Do not obey to their priests
 Who want to control you
 and spit on your roots
 to justify their bloody deeds

 This is a tribute
 to all the heathens who died
 Tortured, enslaves and burnt
 to death
 by the servants of religious lies

 May their spirit rise again
 to enlighten me
 And to bring back the lores
 got lost in dark centuries
 May their ghosts rise again
 just to frighten those
 Who dare to convert innocence
 by force

 And their spirit
 Spirit shall rise again
 haunt them - to take revenge

 Cleanse the world
 and then rebuilt
 the mighty heathen throne
 Cleanse the world
 and then rebuilt

 May their spirit rise again
 to enlighten me
 And to bring back the lores
 got lost in dark centuries
 May their ghosts rise again
 just to frighten those
 Who dare to convert innocence
 by force

 do not believe
 Do not obey to their priests
 Who want to control you
 and spit on your roots
 to justify their bloody deeds

 This is a tribute
 to all the heathens who died
 Tortured, enslaves and burnt
 to death
 by the servants of religious lies

 May their spirit rise again
 And to bring back the lores