Paroles de The Trial

Craving for evidences to save me in the trial Waiting for some force to set me free Heartbeat increase and the sweat covers me I force the bars to escape the cell Wasting my time I'm a good soul Don't deserve the trial With my blood they want to get revenge But my thoughts I keep it all the same Have no fear from what awaits beyond This life - or death Sit on the chair and I stare at the king The judge is not about to change their minds Rising my hands I start to hide my face I sing a curse I will not be saved I had my time