The Trial

From chimneys the smoke did rise
Raining ashes of all who died
10,000+ died each day
Millions have gone this way
First hanging but gas was faster
Anything to please your master
Scratch your eyes, don't breathe
If you die the henchmen will succeed

This trial will show your guilt
You'll pay for the blood you've spilt
No penance for crimes of war
Your sickened ways will spread no more
No more

Your words will be forgotten
In time regarded as rotten
Time shows you can't succeed
No matter how foes will bleed
In time the spell will break
Cause all the time it's sick
Nothing about you is true
And no-one will follow you, no-one

This trial will show your guilt
You'll pay for the blood you've spilt
No penance for crimes of war
Your ways will spread no more
No more

You'll pray to save your neck
No use, soon will break
No penance for crimes of war
Your ways will spread no more
No more