Themis Weeps

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