Foollowers of mine

Holy lights cross the sky so bright

shinning for the ones, the fool's light.

The word of who wears lamb skin

speak about what the fallen has seen.

Wind whispers the messiah's history

and his grains of sand blind us quickly.

Wealth wait for us in the heaven in earth,

but just a headquarter is not enough.

Crossed centers of diffusion initiate the show,

the wicked concert manipulate who don't know.

Poor is the ones that try to go against our ideias,

will burn here in earth after feel our spears.

Playing the kings, playing with nature things.

Kill inside to kill the hability of mainkind.

Our words will control and make heads roll,

and no one will have any ideia about our goals.

Human puppets have the choice to believe

or run the whole world in fear trying to live.

Made with the shape of god, whithout his power

and with the evil mind of the hell comander.

In our world the strongest always survive

but it's a shame that this feeble minds are alive.

Playing the kings, playing with nature things.

Kill inside to kill the hability of mainkind.

Our words will control and make heads roll,

and no one will have any ideia about our goals.

M.D.G.