Broken Link (Esqarial)

Before the dust falls down The fury turns to peace A figure stoops under weight of the crown Looking for target to spread deadly disease There's too much suffering I know who pulls the strings The witch hunt has begun For spoils they broke the link Being in the center of attention With my indifference I contribute to this nightmare Their blood stings my hands Their screams inside my head It is a matter in which my life is concerned The fire, the pyre made of books that must be burned Involved I turn the blind eye to injustice of others With my work I earn the favour of the fathers Persecution in good faith Flames leave no doubt who's guilty I did not a hand's turn When they were cleansing infidel souls