Galleries of dead are smiling

Candlelight is shining

Judgement of the dead

Hooded corpses form the jury

Point with pent up fury

Judgement of the dead

A courtroom filled with the dead

Judge satan sits at their head

A cloak of black

That hangs to the ground

Sentence is passed without even a sound

Torn soldiers stand in the aisles

War heroes or fools

Yesterday's child

Dismembered limbs that are lost to deaths glory

Each to his own

The same stupid story

Politicians standing in line

Generals following behind

Chained to the dock with the leaders of religion

Heads bowed low awaiting the decision

Galleries of dead are smiling

Candlelight is shining

Judgement of the dead