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Galleries of dead are smiling, |
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Candlelight is shining, |
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Judgement of the dead. |
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Hooded corpses form the jury, |
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Point with pent up fury, |
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Judgement of the dead. |
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A courtroom filled with the dead. |
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Judge Satan sits at their head. |
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A cloak of black, that hangs to the ground. |
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Sentence is passed without even a sound. |
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Torn soldiers stand in the aisles, |
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War heroes or fools, yesterday's child. |
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Dismembered limbs that are lost to deaths glory, |
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Each to his own, the same stupid story. |
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Politicians standing in line, |
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Generals following behind. |
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Chained to the dock with the leaders of religion, |
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Heads bowed low awaiting the decision. |
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Galleries of dead are smiling, candlelight is shining, |
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Judgement of the dead. |