“And yet, slave, you dare to question?”

And all the while, Katya stares, on

“And slave, you will not bend?”

She stands proud; shakes her head

“You shall scream, slave, and yet

You dare to draw blood?”

Katya stands, tall, and stares, on

“All I want, is to hear your agony”

Katya says, and stands, stands tall

“You slave, you have brought fire,

Upon yourself, you shall be punished

She stares, on, and stands, defiant

Katya falls, on the ground

In a stupor, but her mind,

Stands, tall, stares on

“You, slave, have incurred

My wrath, and much more”

Katya stands, amidst fire

Shot, stabbed, she does not scream

Katya falls, amidst the fire,

“I am not your slave”

She falls, and stands, tall.