I feel the plague approaching
Death everywhere
Buning ruins and psycho pain
Are the rules of the holy domain
Created chaos out of a romance
The purgatory will be a silent judgment
Blessed by darkness
The legion of evil
Fake like a saint
They'll die by the cross
Embalmed like an angel
They'll kill for a God
Little by little, groups of mercenaries
Emerged in the name of God
Many of them pretended not to see
To deceive their victims
Souls reaped by selfishness
Discarded like garbage
How can we live the nightmare
Without being asleep
Now
The church
Would need to negotiate
With the murderers
The quest of power
I feel the plague
Again!!!
Fake like a saint (fake like a saint)
They'll die by the cross (they'll die by the cross)
Embalmed like an angel (embalmed like an angel)
They'll kill for a God (they'll kill for a God)
God!
