Through halls of crimson velvet reign
Where golden lies cascade like rain
His beard as white with as stolen dreams
While justice drowns in silver streams

The scales are tipped with golden weight
While common souls must contemplate

From concrete towers they proclaim
The letters of a twisted game
Black gavels echo through the night
While pockets fill with stolen light

The crimson king sits high above
As mercy bleeds through iron gloves
Black robes control the truth
While manipulating the youth

When blind eyes wear the sacred robe
And truth becomes a rusted globe
The hammer falls on broken wings
While puppets dance on crimson strings
(On crimson strings!)

He feeds on hopes and drinks their tears
Collection bowls of passing years
His garden grows with withered souls
While empty plates pay royal tolls

The mirror shows a crown of thorns
Reflecting back what greed adorns

Deep beneath the thorny crown
Seeds of change are breaking ground
Though chains may bind the morning Sun
Tomorrow's tide has just begun

Through whispered tales and hidden signs
The truth breaks free between the lines
When shadows learn to find their voice
And silence makes its final choice

Beyond the reign of crimson shame
A new dawn rises, breaks the chain
The scales will find their balance true
When justice wears a different hue

The throne

Beyond the reign of crimson shame
A new dawn rises, breaks the chain
The scales will find their balance true
When justice wears a different hue

The throne of red begins to fade
As dawn dispels the masquerade

When blind eyes shed their sacred robe
And truth ignites the rusted globe
The hammer breaks its own design
While freedom flows like sacred wine
(Like sacred wine!)