Step over your flock
The shepherd of blind fanatic
Look on all of you got
Is it acquest?
It's your loss

The war not to conquer
That fight of obsession

With prays of redemption
You bury all world
To cure ... to purify

There is nothing from angel
to have your own wings

They lead by you will
See with your eyes
How many victims you need
To satisfy?

That peace not to protect
That fame for perversions

Testify against conscience
To bury all [bad word] For sick who's justified

Ascend! Enslave! Forsake!
The life is short
But wasted for a fall