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The prophet has told us that his truth will set us free He is the blind messiah who cannot find his way or see the forest for the trees Even the one who saw the light could not foresee Shields held high the armies moved on and on To the next land that to bloodshed was sworn Oh father – heed us in the time of great need Remember our prayers and our virtuous deeds Make him the prophet, the martyr – pass him the disease Shut are the eyes of the one bringing us to our knees The prophet enlightened now covered by night It serves an example rather blind than having the sight Let us burn this scapegoat and gather our might Let this messiah now die, thus ending our plight Remember the warnings you gave to no end And the mask that you wore to disguise as a friend Gone is the savior, no more you pretend Evening falls upon us and the future is dim So the only thing that will save us is to kill him! From Letras Mania