| Bamberg, July 24 1628
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| My dear, O dearest Margaret
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| How I wish to hold you in my arms!
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| But, I shall never again
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| As I’m rotting in a cold cell
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| Condemned for odious crimes I’ve never commit
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| Please, pardon my awful writing
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| I can barely hold a feather
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| Since my torturers have crushed my finger
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| As you can see, I’m still bleeding while writing this letter…
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| I was accused of sorcery and as you know
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| At the Church Court, you’re guilty even when you’re not
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| In the obscure atmosphere of a dirty dungeon
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| I was stripped naked and whipped
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| By merciless, masked persecutors
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| Your pain is their gain, so you’d yell in vain
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| Tied to the rack and quartered
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| Every fibre of my frame ached
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| O the ripping suffering I endured…
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| But I’ll spare you the most gruesome details
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| Unable to bear further torture
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| I had to make up some sins
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| And denounce my accomplices…
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| What a pathetic masquerade!
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| Tomorrow, I’ll be burned on the pyre
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| I just can’t sleep at night
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| Assailed by haunting visions…
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| I did nothing wrong, my conscience is pure
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| In my mind I’ll be innocent until the end
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| They can attack my weak flesh
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| But my soul remains unstained!
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| My judges will be judged
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| For their twisted caricature of justice
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| Feeble slaves, clung to their bible
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| Dedicating a cult to abomination
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| When ignorance is sovereign
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| Superstitions kill and Faith rhymes with Crimes
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| One of my jailers
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| Whose heart still knows human feelings
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| Promised me to give you this missive
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| As soon as you receive it
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| Run away from this land of madness
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| The sun goes down,. |
| A mournful organ
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| Seems to groan a theme for my requiem
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| Farewell, beloved daughter
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| Your father shall embrace you nevermore… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Missive, artist - Blinded By Faith. Album song Imperial Collapse, in the genre Иностранный рок