Part 1 : Need for sacred Unresolvèd questiouns stirreth a myghty nede of makyng; Lawes of destinee, dremes of gret grauntour, bringen childhede infinité into a wel-ysewèd tapisserie. Yeve a wey to the losten folk; Venquisshe the enmytee of chaós, of the tyme bifore thow halwed it. Y-honged by the feet, wordes weren y-shouted; Angwissh is now anothir feend y-loken in an abisme, and no man seeth it eft. Cometh togidre, my flokke, Cometh togidre in the wode, Cometh togidre bitwixe walles of ston, under hevene devyne. Sit we aboute the norisshyng welle; maketh it sacré, maketh it haly, maketh it oure owene tale. Story can’t flow always through the same river banks Every step around the flowing fate alters the soil, step on the reeds, leaving footprint some will worship, other will despise Together we were stronger Strength is not to share but to seize To grasps, to cherish, to tear, to bear, to destroy if it’s refused Burn the churches Sacred is all ours Faith our values Burn the churches It was meant for us only And in destruction it will remain Part 2 : Heresy, when you choose what to believe It’s a burden! They broke my childhood dreams In the woods, Between walls of stone, Beneath the heavenly mother’s gaze. Chains on our mind, kept the nourishment out of reach Making it tainted, making it orgiastic, making it their gorging feast of a few I reject it I call for a choice I call for heresy I call for the enemy and make him the new sacred Gather around me and together we will stand and perish or… Burn the churches Sacred cleaned by flames Faith purified in schism Burn the churches It was not meant for servitude And in destruction it revived Part 3 : Betrayal, when those who believed corrupt their own sacred They call it heresy They call it unholy They want me purged in flames They want me freed from my idols and desires they can’t stand They call me less than human But they couldn’t touch me here In the woods, Between walls of stone, Beneath the heavenly mother’s gaze. It would betray everything that ever be sacred It would tear a scar in all humanity for all times It would nourish the enmity of chaos of a time before we drawn it sacred And yet … Burn the churches Even when hosting the weak and the youth Power beyond the worst Burn the churches No dream will clean this nightmare And in destruction made it worse than it could ever be before sacred Conclusion : Of all hope and ambition, of all feelings and dictates Choose wisely when you burn the churches __ Modern English translation : Part 1 : Gather around, my flock Gather in the woods Gather between walls of stone Beneath the godly heaven Sitting around nourishing spring Making it sacred, making it holy, making it our own story Story can’t flow always through the same river banks Every step around the flowing fate alters the soil, step on the reeds, leaving footprint some will worship, other will despise Together we were stronger Strength is not to share but to cease To grasps, to cherish, to tore, to bear, to destroy if it’s refused
