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?