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