They're afraid Afraid of the truth Afraid of doubts Afraid of differences
Poor souls, betrayed by the picture they've done of evil Convinced by their peers, they acceded to the top And now they're afraid of their power They haven't got the grit to tell us the truth About the nothingness, the full reality How we were betrayed How we were guided according to the prophet's words Who created the gods?
Grow and propagate They need your innocence Master, master or destroy They'll give you the reason Grow and propagate They need more greenest Master, master or destroy They'll give you the laws
Before they were able to read in their heart Before they knew, they believed in us
They're preaching the words of Christ They're looking for a better control Preaching the words of Christ They're looking for, looking for a better control Who created the gods?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
