There stands a Law, as certain as the Sun; The Book to match the Scales, and the Sword. An Act no mortal strife can see undone — a virtue without fear, without reward. The Scales weigh as true, only the truth; The Sword will strike at nothing but the crime. Immortal Justice needs no mortal proof, No fractured juries free to take their time. The Law does not stay crouching in the light When darkness hides the truth, or shields the wrong; Though monsters — tempters! — wait beyond my sight, The Scales know that I am just as strong. Before the Sword, I vow to find the proof Show all the words they questioned were the truth.