Monarch of the Red کے بول

He is standing in the middle of the holy place, In hand he is holding his confession. The tiny wind is blowing out from capitol, The bell is counting seconds that was left. He is drowned in emotions He fades away from pain, And heart is beating in the rhythm of ocean, And soul is trying to forget her last mistake. What for he executed these people? He knew that they were innocent. Only the gallows now knows their names. And funeral mournings till now sound in his ears. He is drowned in emotions He fades away from pain, And heart is beating in the rhythm of ocean, And soul is trying to forget her last mistake. "I order to pursue all instigators of heresy. All who is convicted in this sin will be hung up or drowned." "Don't spare their lives. Everyone should be caught and punished. Let justice and will of our god will come to pass!"