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The Judgment Hall

CUSTOM

[Verse 1] White linen drags across the dirt, The iron chain rubs on the shirt. The heavy hammer strikes the oak, The torches vanish in the smoke. The iron bar divides the room, The faces vanish in the gloom. The wooden barriers stand tall, The shadows climb across the wall. [Pre-Chorus] [Baritone] Strike the board! [Choir] Strike the board! [Baritone] Draw the blade! [Choir] Draw the blade! [Baritone and Choir] Drop the torches in the shade! [Chorus] The judgment hall! The hammer falls upon the block! The judgment hall! The fists are beating on the lock! White linen turns away from mud! The heavy boots step into blood! The guards are pulling on the chain! The cart is rolling through the rain! [Verse 2] The knees are pressed against the stone, The metal rubs against the bone. The spit is flying from the crowd, The wooden drum is beating loud. The collar chokes the breathing vein, The glass is shattered in the pane. The voices scream behind the frame, The finger points toward the flame. [Pre-Chorus] [Baritone] Strike the board! [Choir] Strike the board! [Baritone] Draw the blade! [Choir] Draw the blade! [Baritone and Choir] Drop the torches in the shade! [Chorus] The judgment hall! The hammer falls upon the block! The judgment hall! The fists are beating on the lock! White linen turns away from mud! The heavy boots step into blood! The guards are pulling on the chain! The cart is rolling through the rain! [Bridge] [Baritone] Boots stomp the stone! [Choir] Boots stomp the stone! [Baritone] Chains crush the bone! [Choir] Chains crush the bone! [Baritone] Spit hits the face! [Choir] Spit hits the face! [Baritone] Guards clear the place! [Choir] Guards clear the place! [Final Chorus] The judgment hall! The hammer falls upon the block! The judgment hall! The fists are beating on the lock! White linen turns away from mud! The heavy boots step into blood! The guards are pulling on the chain! The cart is rolling through the rain! The cart is rolling through the rain! [Outro] White linen turns away from mud. The heavy boots step into blood. [End]