One eve I leave my village
To walk that muddy trail
Driven by curiosity
I follow the way to the vale
I hear strange melodies
In a tongue I can't understand
Is this my final survey
Of being child to be a man?
Black blazes, hided faces
Wearing dark robes
And crosses around their necks
Holding books in their hands
To preach us their good word
Distrust your inner voices
Aim the truth, ignore the choices
Don't follow the words of false prophets
Year after year elapsed on our land
Their words are not more than runes written in sand
War and peace formed our behavior
We don't believe in their sacred saviour!
Year after year elapsed on our land
Their words are not more than runes written in sand
War and peace formed our behavior
And our independent realm!
Black blazes, hided faces
Wearing dark robes
And crosses around their necks
Holding books in their hands
To preach us their good word
I ran back to my parents
To tell them what I saw
Confused by all those treacherous psalms
My mind begin to yaw
But then my father takes my hand and looks into my eyes
And tells me from that ancient rhyme which helps us to deny