| walk away with small fines, assassination still in mind | |
| Covered by the military reign, rules the world, rules with pain | |
| served your own beloved country, fought against religious poverty | |
| You just did it, with all your will, implanted the urge, the urge to kill | |
| You played master and servant the king of prison you were called | |
| On their knees you made them walk, there was no need for any talk | |
| You liked to punish them for their sins, beaten to death, with every breath | |
| With open eyes they let you do got you away with murder too | |
| Got you away ! Murder too ! |