Hey you, whom your life will
Belongs?
If you'll be wise, it will no be destroyed
But if you make things just to destroy yourself
And enjoys every kind of pleasure that life offers you,
And don't care about tomorrow
And likes to walk showing that the result of this way

The reflexion in the
Mirrors shows a disposable and falled being
Who doesn't believe neither
Forgive himself
The acusation pierce and agonize his mind
Because you've wagered everything,
And had nothing to gain

Under a sarcastic sight
With a macabre smile
Luc

Sculptures made of gold and brass
Images made by human hands
Doesn't have life, doesn't have life

Time goes by and idols and by
It will not resolve your situation
Doesn't matter to bow, much less
To scream 'cause they won't hear you
Much less to help

Stone, cl

Moloch the infernal god pagan
Which has influencing human minds
To deliver him our children's lifes to offer
Tortured childs, beaten, killed by slaughter
Maltreated, violented, sacrificed in
Witchcraft

This is Moloch's satisfaction
Bad mans possessed by Moloch
W

Today is the day, today is the hour
To die, you just need to be alive
Don't reject the voice of God
Be prepared for the judgment
Jesus Christ will come back and will gonna
Take to heaven everybody who accepted him
As their only lord

Be ready for the Jesus coming

Blind ignorance in the name of God
Fanatic religious in a
World of atheists
Lost childs are playing of number
Agony and despair are pulled on
The altar
War, death, and religion

You have to impose your god
No matter what it cousts
Even it to do it, you'll hav