8th april 1139, within the council latarin ii The pope innocent ii, decides the anathema! For all priest living in the sin For all the fornicators religious The witch hunting has began. The edicts are enforcing Power and pleasure can be obtained Only by suffering of the others I’m just a god’s servant My wife is the mother of my child The dawn is not a chastity sin But the symbol of a chosen life They have both leaved yesterday To this inquisitive court To this parody of trial To this known death “confess! confess! confess! confess!” …it will be the last heard words. “confess! confess!” …the howls succeed to torture the most defamatory! She will undergo “estrapade” then the “iron maiden” punishment before, Before going from life to death in an incantatory rattle. The witch hunting has began. The edicts are enforcing Power and pleasure can be obtained Only by suffering of the others The crime admitted, their body can’t stay entire Dismembered, quartered, thrown as food to the crowd, There nothing less to cry my despair’! Nothing else but my faith, my destiny, my way, my choices