My God so strong, his hands tied on my neck But I still cry out more and more There is one god I said, he does what we want and speaks what we want And through the deserts here comes the troops of god There is no place worldwide where we didn't stand We are now martyrs and monks on the other land And my eyes didn't issue any tears And my voice wasn't born in my mouth And my heart became the darkest hole Now we are sovereign, the highest reign Our temples are our palaces We alter our faith when it's necessary All the people all over the world Are in our hands We are the doom, we are the troops of god We'll never see what we've made We'll never realised that we are curse and lies Just this strange feeling deep in our hearts And our eyes didn't issue any tears And our voice wasn't born in our mouths And our hearts became the darkest hole.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
