"Piety's Grail"

While i sway the sword of judgement
I saw a sea of heads rolling
across;
            and damed with fears and tears
            begging for hands of mercy and cares
            on their bleeding kneels some prayed
            others helpless with grieves and hanging fate
The truth is in the pot to break
And the waters will flow even the
hills;
        then, the just and the evil
        shall drink to fill
        but the guilliton swords
        of natures holy hands
Is waiting for the guilty heads
That dares the law to the detriment of the
weak;
         It will come no matter the fligth
         'cause the just shall live by faith.