Liars, traitors, hypocrites, blood is your throne All you want is to sit on it but there are sins to atone for Seize them, kill them, feed them, with lies Seize them, bring them, burn them on piles Seize them, kill them, they're only lies Seize them, bring them, watch their demise For our sins must be atoned For your souls must be cleansed For your hearts must be torn For your crowns must have thorns Burn them alive! Justice we will find Melt their crowns and tear their gowns In the true hell they will never hide Golden are your thrones Mighty kings and emperors We throw at you our stones For your lack of remorse When your flesh drops From your fragile bones For your lack of remorse We throw at you our stones