19 acessos
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