Hands are shaking down and bloody torture
Has tears in its eyes and its pain
Has tears in its eyes and its pain
My dear daughter, dont know why just me
Shall be a servant, a servant of satan
Who didnt plead a guilt will be tortured
Why are you dying my brother-in-low
You are dead and your family is suffering
You have never seen her
My eyes dont serve me, my ears are deaf
They long for salvation, the salvation of soul
Im leaving my daughter, Im dying
Im sorry, I know what I did, I know that Im innocent
The tree ear from flash is shining on my journey
No Im not a wizard in spite of protest
He killed my wife for little of ashes
You must go my daughter, even if you didnt want
The seventeenth century is written in history
A major is murdered in spite of doubts
However they havent any doubt about his daughter
Though she disappear forever and she survived centuries
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