See the swans that fly above your head, remember the spell she put on them
You made the promise to free them from the hatred of the queen
Now time has come
Pick the nettle in the cemetery of witches never say an only word and never cry, just pray, just believe in yourself, be strong and weave again your innocent
Swans above your head, angels of innocence murmured
Weave elisa, weave, my angel your brothers will be saved
These nettles will be your salvation
My silence is my prayer
Burn this witch who never say a word, who plays with the essence of satan
To the stake
I’m innocent
What are these swans that go back to this damned?
I’m innocent
The road to the stake is so long… weaving the last chainmail, she keeps on praying
Will the spell find an end, will the innocence be the key of all?
I’m innocent
I flew to deliverance
Come, my brothers!
