Текст песни And Thus It Burns

This man, once a warrior of great stature I cannot leave him behind So I carefully lay him on the back of my horse And then I notice the royal emblem With this knowledge I return, to the small wooden church So he might be given, the proper burial he deserves Then my senses pick up the stench of burning flesh I see a yellow glare ahead Screams that slowly fade away A nightmare has unfolded itself This horror can't be a coincidence And thus it burns, the church where I sheltered for the hail, the doors seem locked The saints, whose songs soothed me, were killed by the blazing fire