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i know that this have no relation with gothics, but it is one of my favourites song and i would like that you listen it:


Hes running through woods so black
A loyal servant of christ
Dogs are barking down his back
Hes running for his life

He came with words of love and peace
These heathens had to be saved
He thought that he could make them see
Instead he was enslaved

In captivity he spoke of god
To all he met he preached
But when his masters patience ran out
He knew he had to flee

Tears are running down his cheeks
As he sobbing realize
That in this land his God is weak
And today hes going to die

He stumbles out onto an open field
Where an old oak tree grows
In the branches hang men of three
Dressed in preacher robes

His knees refuse to carry him on
Terror shines in his eyes
His faith in christ is almost gone
His gods left him to die

Below the dead he says his prayers
To the God he thought was alive
When he hears a calm voice say
Shut him up and hang him high
…

This is one of my favourites songs. I would like you listen it if you can.

(I know that it have no relation with gothics, XD but i love this song)

Hes running through woods so black
A loyal servant of christ
Dogs are barking down his back
Hes running for his life

He came with words of love and peace
These heathens had to be saved
He thought that he could make them see
Instead he was enslaved

In captivity he spoke of god
To all he met he preached
But when his masters patience ran out
He knew he had to flee

Tears are running down his cheeks
As he sobbing realize
That in this land his God is weak
And today hes going to die

He stumbles out onto an open field
Where an old oak tree grows
In the branches hang men of three
Dressed in preacher robes

His knees refuse to carry him on
Terror shines in his eyes
His faith in christ is almost gone
His gods left him to die

Below the dead he says his prayers
To the God he thought was alive
…