I was a servant of the freedom...

I was a servant of the freedom,
I was fighting all the time,
You picked up the rest of wisdom
Which obliged to be mine.

I would like to bring to reason
All the stupid kings and queens.
Instead of this, I’m killed in prison
With the pair of iron rings.

I’m the rain, you are the river,
Falling down from the sky,
My pain grows and grows a fever,
‘Cause I hadn’t had to die.

I was heartless raven flying
Round the fields of bleeding men,
You were the bird in blackthorn crying,
Waiting for the awful end.

My sword was plunging guests and strangers,
My hand was smashing their heads,
I didn’t feel the growing danger,
I had to pay the growing depts.

They came across me at a sudden,
The warriors of the name of “Good”,
They took me to the endless garden,
Where the iron maiden stood.

They read my infernal verdict:
To be thrown in burning Hell.
I laughed as I hadn’t heard it,
As they told a fairy-tale.

Morning came, the warriors killed me,
They would like to demonstrate:
The soul, which came out of the chimney,
Had the f**king rebel’s fate.