Dead Men Rule Nothing - Inked In Blood

Your altars will fall

Your sacrifices;

innocent bloodshed

Your bloodguilt will haunt you

Their faces will plague your memory

Justice — your judgment will be swift

Consume — all that your arrogance wills

Raping — your lust has only grown

Frozen — your heart is void of all that could be love

Your robes stained with the blood of the innocent poor

Widows and orphans with faces of scarlet know you by your true name

Your scales will be broken and your iron yoke will fall from their necks

And all your lofty towers will fall in your shame

«The mighty man will become a tinder and his works a spark;

Both will burn together with nothing to quench the flame.»

You own nothing — your days are numbered

You rule nothing — the grave awaits your fall