Iustitia pro omnibus

Musty dungeon, damp prison walls
When the laurel wreath falls to the ground
Medieval ritual in the name of law
Stripped of dignity, spat on, ridiculed

The blade of judgment bit into the heart
Stones in dirty hands await the final sign
An extinct bloodline is reason enough
There is no presumption of innocence
REF
Marching in a convict retinue
I look at the faces of the mob
My annihilation is coming fast
Among mocking words
One last glimpse at the sky
The wind blowing my long hair
An image of dignity
I am Countess Sidonia

In the arms of the executioner
Surrounded by a crowd hungry for sacrifice
Bad emotions, anticipation of pain
They penetrate deeply like a dagger blade

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