9 acessos
Over two thousands years of ignorance,
still exists blids that worship the work of a messiah
Wich power slabber of sham words
that decive foolish today yet
Wich inspiration don´t descend
of a power above human seasonable observed (this world)
under macabre eyes
Fearing our power the church hides the truth
Under the Index of Vaticane
But this will not shake our powers
Who still fortify in the hands of our apostles
Over the cold hand of our master
Our power canalise itself
Over our stormy rage
We raise our anger
Over axes and swords
We set our war
Over christians´ souls
We raise the darkness