The Trial – Daemon – letras

From chimneys the smoke did riseRaining ashes of all who died10,000+ died each dayMillions have gone this wayFirst hanging but gas was fasterAnything to please your masterScratch your eyes, don’t breatheIf you die the henchmen will succeedThis trial will show your guiltYou’ll pay for the blood you’ve spiltNo penance for crimes of warYour sickened ways will spread no moreNo moreYour words will be forgottenIn time regarded as rottenTime shows you can’t succeedNo matter how foes will bleedIn time the spell will breakCause all the time it’s sickNothing about you is trueAnd no-one will follow you, no-oneThis trial will show your guiltYou’ll pay for the blood you’ve spiltNo penance for crimes of warYour ways will spread no moreNo moreYou’ll pray to save your neckNo use, soon will breakNo penance for crimes of warYour ways will spread no moreNo more