In filth ridden rags, sore and in chains No longer a servant of crosses and tales He saw for the first time through All of his fears and pains As all the ships sailed into the fjord Walls of stone that reach for the moon In prayers he begged "Father and Lord" Soon they arrived and no prayer was heard Whips lashed at his back as he fell into the sand In his prayers he screamed "Father and lord, bless me with your ward" ♪ In tears he rejected the Father and Son He was now made a slave and his freedom Was gone Ridden with hunger and threatened by sword Brought to a chamber to meet his newfound lord Wise man made of stone Recited the words that the slave swore that day ♪ Hardship and pain A priest made slave And lost his faith ♪ "To you I surrender my life and skill My hopes and dreams shall be under your will Your word is my law and to break it means to Bestow myself tenfolds the shame I caused you" So it took place so long ago A priest made slave, now knee-deep in snow Twisted and fixated in the frozen mud He swore a last curse while coughing up blood ♪ "I curse you in hatred from my broken bones ♪ Downfall, fire, curse you, I curse you"