Let them be fools forever Let them be cattle Let them be the mass Praying to saints and animals
Believing themselves martirs Being the most faithful ones With wings or horns Still they are fools
To far... they are Of the strong ones To far... they are Of what we are
The kingdom of slaves Will call you someday But you must deny All their lies
Let them fall In the abyss of ignorance Superior we are Strong we'll be
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