Justice Tree from Dunkelheit by Grey Gallows

Ηate…Pain…Justice…And slaves

There is a crooked ghost
Out there in the field
Αlways seeking desperately
For the dried justice tree

That’s where they hang their hate
And they call it their law
That’s where they crucify
Every dream and every hope

But the river won’t turn red
Until their blood is spilled
Until the last drop of pain is shed
When death row is fulfilled

There is a crooked ghost
And always will be
‘Cause freedom is buried deep
Under the dried justice tree

Our freedom is buried deep
Under a tombstone in you and me

Our freedom is buried deep
An open grave for you and me

Ηate…Pain…Justice...And slaves…
We’re slaves

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