Through halls of crimson velvet reign Where golden lies cascade like rain His beard as white with as stolen dreams While justice drowns in silver streams The scales are tipped with golden weight While common souls must contemplate From concrete towers they proclaim The letters of a twisted game Black gavels echo through the night While pockets fill with stolen light The crimson king sits high above As mercy bleeds through iron gloves Black robes control the truth While manipulating the youth When blind eyes wear the sacred robe And truth becomes a rusted globe The hammer falls on broken wings While puppets dance on crimson strings (On crimson strings!) He feeds on hopes and drinks their tears Collection bowls of passing years His garden grows with withered souls While empty plates pay royal tolls The mirror shows a crown of thorns Reflecting back what greed adorns Deep beneath the thorny crown Seeds of change are breaking ground Though chains may bind the morning Sun Tomorrow's tide has just begun Through whispered tales and hidden signs The truth breaks free between the lines When shadows learn to find their voice And silence makes its final choice Beyond the reign of crimson shame A new dawn rises, breaks the chain The scales will find their balance true When justice wears a different hue The throne Beyond the reign of crimson shame A new dawn rises, breaks the chain The scales will find their balance true When justice wears a different hue The throne of red begins to fade As dawn dispels the masquerade When blind eyes shed their sacred robe And truth ignites the rusted globe The hammer breaks its own design While freedom flows like sacred wine (Like sacred wine!)