[Verse 1] Six hooded judges sit upon the bench, Beyond the reach of mortal blood and stench. With heavy hammers held in stony hands, They weigh the deeds of all across the lands. [Verse 2] Within the sacred halls where order reigns, They balance righteous truth against dark stains. No bribe nor plea can bend their cold decree, For blind to favor must true justice be. [Verse 3] The trial begins as ancient gavels fall, Echoing deep through echoing courtly hall. The guilty tremble at the iron sound, Where no deceit or falsehood can be found. [Verse 4] Through halls of stone where silent sentries stand, They enforce order with an iron hand. The innocent are granted swift release, While transgressors find no quarter and no peace. [Verse 5] Their sixfold gaze observes the mortal heart, Dissecting truth and tearing lies apart. The scales of fate swing slowly in the gloom, To seal each soul within its rightful doom. [Verse 6] No malice drives the sentence they pronounce, Nor petty anger when the gavel strikes at once. Impartial, stern, and absolute in reign, They hold the cosmic law through joy and pain. [Verse 7] So bow before the high magistrate court, Where every soul must render their report. The Six Justices rule the hall above, Governed by law beyond both hate and love. [Outro Fade] [End]
