From dawn of time the willing ones claim their thrones

And throw lives from the pillar

Of their vigilante and blindness

Sentencing for bleak purity

And defiling in the name of integrity

Undue tyrannies

Pigs have gathered in high castles

With fallen dignity, they boldly teach

About the sovereignty of vultures

Compel human intentions to finally go terribly astray

So burn your doubts in this rotary motion of the archaic and old witch hunt spirituality

Led by inquisitorial philosophies!

They let the rage flow through the masses

Manipulatе revolts in order to retain accеptance in maniacal persecutions

To pour martyr blood into the deep and darkest rivers

So burn your doubts in this rotary motion of the archaic and old witch hunt spirituality

Led by inquisitorial philosophies!

And the scapegoats suck the breasts of dying mother justice

Before grief would greet all the keepers, judges of an untrue equilibrium

From dawn of time the willing ones claim their thrones

And throw lives from the pillar

Of their vigilante and blindness

Sentencing for bleak purity

Themis weeps

Flooding tears

Mother of justice bleeds

On the death row

Her immaculate blood

Justifies the crown of immoral destruction