Sokrates Must Die

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