Lyrics Dead Men Rule Nothing - Inked In Blood

Dead Men Rule Nothing

Your altars will fall
Your sacrifices;
innocent bloodshed
Your bloodguilt will haunt you
Their faces will plague your memory
Justice — your judgment will be swift
Consume — all that your arrogance wills
Raping — your lust has only grown
Frozen — your heart is void of all that could be love
Your robes stained with the blood of the innocent poor
Widows and orphans with faces of scarlet know you by your true name
Your scales will be broken and your iron yoke will fall from their necks
And all your lofty towers will fall in your shame
«The mighty man will become a tinder and his works a spark;
Both will burn together with nothing to quench the flame.»
You own nothing — your days are numbered
You rule nothing — the grave awaits your fall