Hands are shaking down and bloody torture Has tears in its eyes and its pain My dear daughter, dont know why just me Shall be a servant, a servant of satan Who didnt plead a guilt will be tortured Why are you dying my brother-in-low You are dead and your family is suffering You have never seen her My eyes dont serve me, my ears are deaf They long for salvation, the salvation of soul Im leaving my daughter, Im dying Im sorry, I know what I did, I know that Im innocent The tree ear from flash is shining on my journey No Im not a wizard in spite of protest He killed my wife for little of ashes You must go my daughter, even if you didnt want The seventeenth century is written in history A major is murdered in spite of doubts However they havent any doubt about his daughter Though she disappear forever and she survived centuries