I went on an inner journey into a forgotten life br And to my surprise I found a strange memory br A name came up in that moment of a long gone wife br It was in England in an hard and ruthless century, br My name was for the time well known, br I remembered having written poetry for prosperity br About my adventures and courtings in a medieval town br Sailing overseas to new unknown territory. br My name still not forgotten until this day, br A fantasy or a memory? Who can say? br br One memory came and I saw within br Me sitting in an old horse carriage, br Bearing witness to the most horrific sin. br Knives and swords creating a carnage br People of different faith still the same religion br Fighting each others and I wondered why br The truth of the their faith was sent into oblivion br Remaining on the streets bodies left to die. br That life ended in a memory indeed very red, br As injustice took my own precious head.