Broken Link

Esqarial

Before the dust falls down 
The fury turns to peace 
A figure stoops under weight of the crown 
Looking for target to spread deadly disease 

There's too much suffering 
I know who pulls the strings 
The witch hunt has begun 
For spoils they broke the link 

Being in the center of attention 
With my indifference I contribute to this nightmare 
Their blood stings my hands 
Their screams inside my head 
It is a matter in which my life is concerned 
The fire, the pyre made of books that must be burned 

Involved I turn the blind eye to injustice of others 
With my work I earn the favour of the fathers 

Persecution in good faith 
Flames leave no doubt who's guilty 

I did not a hand's turn 
When they were cleansing infidel souls