We lived in a flock Curved before the scepter In perfect disorder and poverty Living in a daily desorder and emptiness Amazed with our singularity With our total hablity to step on All the sick persons of the flock I will give up that whole rottenness I will come off of my flock I will form an alliance With all those that don't accept The impositions of the scepter We will be dead sheep Out of the Flock We Will die to live As a New alliance 2x The true alliance In perfect disorder and poverty Living in a daily desorder and emptiness Amazed with our singularity I BELIEVE IN THE TRUE ALLIANCE I LIVE IN THE TRUE ALLIANCE