Thunder
The cannons of Justice
Lit by your militias
For the good of our people

All the bells of our churches
Soiled by your covetousness
But may heaven forgive me
Whether we order or condemn
I will not lay down my arms

Inquisitors, citizens
I owe you nothing
I am a free-thinker
A troublemaker, a nuisance

Gentlemen, the judges, the prosecutors
No, I don't care about your sessions
I am sitting on your Honor
And your values that I despise

In the flow of your censures
My life remains an adventure
Where I do as I please
If my madness is not allowed
It is all the more exquisite

Inquisitors, citizens
Docile guardians of the common good
Stepping off your straight paths
Does me so much good

I am a free-thinker
A troublemaker, a nuisance

Gentlemen, the judges, the prosecutors
No, I don't care about your sessions
I am sitting on your Honor
And your values that I despise

I am a free-thinker
A troublemaker, a nuisance

Gentlemen, the judges, the prosecutors
No, I don't care about your sessions
I am sitting on your Honor
And your values that I despise

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