Album: The Madness of the Crowds
Fire burns in the grate
The guilt burns in the breast of every prisoner
The guilty, the condemned
Death is red on their hands
The galling chains reminding every minute
The law that was broken
Silent as the grave
Covering deeds, covering man
Eyes that pierce and blaze
Wounded hands stretching out to save
Moonlit nights on their knees
Stifling screams ready to break from conscience
The voice of the innocent
So the time marches on
The future melts into the past
At last, the bitter reprieve
Silent as the grave
Covering deeds, covering man
Eyes that pierce and blaze
Wounded hands stretching out to save