Sokrates Must Die - Vreid

His tongue his sword

A godless weapon

Armed with questions he wanders the streets

Conquering the mind

Fighting the blind

Sokrates must die

Lesser man claims

Wisdom is all mine

Yet all your wisdom

Is pale, fragile and declined

He knows that he don’t know

The wisdom of imperfection

He is the remedy of our misfortunes

Sokrates must die

No fear of dying

No will to escape

A gadfly that’s whipping fury

Only sentence is death

Impiety of the gods

Corrupting the youth with lies

Hemlock will stop his tongue

He proved us all wrong

Sokrates must die