JUDGEMENT OF THE DEAD.
Galleries
of dead are smiling,
Candlelight is shining,
Judgement of the dead.
Hooded
corpses form the jury,
Point with pent up fury,
Judgement of the dead.
A
courtroom filled with the dead.
Judge Satan sits at their head.
A cloak of black, that hangs to the ground.
Sentence is passed without even a sound.
Torn
soldiers stand in the aisles,
War heroes or fools, yesterday’s child.
Dismembered limbs that are lost to deaths glory,
Each to his own, the same stupid story.
Politicians
standing in line,
Generals following behind.
Chained to the dock with the leaders of religion,
Heads bowed low awaiting the decision.
Galleries
of dead are smiling, candlelight is shining,
Judgement of the dead.
A & T. Jones.1979.
The return of the soldier, or cannon fodder, resurrected from the dead by Satan to pass judgement on the religious leaders, politicians etc, past and present, who over the centuries have for their own glorification or beliefs, needlessly ordered their supposed inferiors to their deaths.
The sentence after conviction is the eternal damnation of their souls into Satan’s own keeping. The pious righteous ones, who throughout their own useless lives, although powerful in a material sense, brought nothing but pain and misery to the rank and file while improving their own status.
The courtroom setting is the tombs and catacombs of a cemetery. The staccato riff in the lead breaks represents Satan’s hammer bringing the court to order. The track ends fading into the distance, depicting the return of the jury and gallery members, their need for vengeance satisfied, to their own respective resting places……
