Oh, my dear beloved Anne

I write you in blood

From my wounded finger nails

In my cell, in gods hell

I'm waiting for more torture

And a certain death - fur sure



Through these wet walls of stone

I can hear their pain-machines

And the screams from all the dying

Believe me - I am - innocent I swear

It's true, but I can't take it any more

I confess - just to get relieved



They've crushed my kneecaps,

Fingers and my feet

Still they drag me down the

Stairs, so who's satanical

Many hundred thousand goodnights my love

Innocent I'll die -

I'm a victim of the inquisition



Flee from town before it is too late,

you are no longer safe

I hope these words,

will reach you somehow,

goodnight,farewell my love



They've crushed my kneecaps,

Fingers and my feet

Still they drag me down the

Stairs, so who's satanical?



Many hundred thousands goodnights my love

Innocent I'll die -

I'm a victim of the inquisition