|A trail, A Path escaping the fiery of the church's wrath for she did stray away from the Christian's biblical conforming ways With no chance to go back to my home, where alone I stay, rot with day till I surrender my love to a superstitious slay I confessed that I passed the clasp of God's almighty grasp on my soul take its toll left wasting like the world we know
|To claim my only love to slay my only love to claim my heart and soul to leave me burnt down left in woe
|I walk my path words of witchcraft upon her lips upon her dying breath, upon this wrath I will hold, this scold still cold, Still spite she was killed by their will whilst still, thou shall not kill understand, my words of contradiction of "good souls" untold the crimes, of a vicious scapegoat My tears shalt clear the Luciferian fire that has drenched my love in wrongful death
|On a Damascus Trail, She walked her path into death's wrath A funeral pyre reserved for her, for false sins she burns