Before the dust falls down 

The fury turns to peace 

A figure stoops under weight of the crown 

Looking for target to spread deadly disease 



There's too much suffering 

I know who pulls the strings 

The witch hunt has begun 

For spoils they broke the link 



Being in the center of attention 

With my indifference I contribute to this nightmare 

Their blood stings my hands 

Their screams inside my head 

It is a matter in which my life is concerned 

The fire, the pyre made of books that must be burned 



Involved I turn the blind eye to injustice of others 

With my work I earn the favour of the fathers 



Persecution in good faith 

Flames leave no doubt who's guilty 



I did not a hand's turn 

When they were cleansing infidel souls