Lirieke:
Metal Church Masterpeace

Times like these to people please Fables spread like some disease New age gods like old facades Write a book you'll like the odds You'll like the odds

Hear the sounding, feel the pounding Pain is coming, don't know where Blood is thick, you're feeling sick Live with the choices you have made Hard as

You see my life is rather simple I'm just another face And all your textbooks, all you know Will soon construct a case Warped emotions like a river Everywhere

In a holy war from these shores Where lands are hot and dry Nations forged by Gods own hand These kingdoms in the sand A billion dollars everyday The

We will not follow Rome The twisting of our faith With the hand of God You wrote the new light The queen has decreed You must believe like me So it was