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