Pagan Altar - Judgement of the Dead текст песни

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