For Their Sins - Cataract

Walk away with small fines, assassination still in mind

Covered by the military reign, rules the world, rules with pain

Served your own beloved country, fought against religious poverty

You just did it, with all your will, implanted the urge, the urge to kill

You played master and servant the king of prison you were called

On their knees you made them walk, there was no need for any talk

You liked to punish them for their sins, beaten to death, with every breath

With open eyes they let you do got you away with murder too

Got you away !

Murder too !