La Liberté Par La Douleur Lyrics

Suspended in air by the hands, the feet held on red ember, she acknowledges under torture to having been attracted by prestige and phantasmagorias of demons.
Story of one night to the sabbat. witches hammer. she shouts her despair, her pain.
Will she have absolution of a stinking and frustrated church? no! she will don the black dress, will be taken away on the stake. the flames lick her feet, go up her robe, burn her face and her hair.
Appalling suffering. they didn't strangle her to be able to see her suffer. her soul leaves her body. she realizes which she does not suffer anymore: she reachs a kingdom of freedom.