She's living her short story, leading for the crime,
She's speaking to mirror of river
Her inner fight and war against others
She pervaded into the post-mortem scenery through mist
So far from valley of morass, from cry of the village bells
Her soul is not confused Maybe mind, premonition?
Labeled a madwoman, she seeks from people,
Horrify children voices, girl with scars of decease

She rises her fiery torch, in the middle
Of the night in the moonlight
Slowly walking to her revenge, burning homes of enemies
Lamentations in the wind, humans forever lost
She's fighting for love and against hate of others

After everything's burnt, will she feel the mercy and grief?
For father an mothers, hanged for profane lies, for her destiny,
When she defended her soul in darkness
Without the love of god, with her god or farewell?