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