field of dying cattle
feel the promises on air
eyes of the butcher
sad and cruel stare
touching the lamb
feeling the innocence
knife in the other hand
existence of god need violence
fear of daylight
cold body on dirt
god is silent
its only forgotten earth
slaves of modern time
bury the book of life
they speak about liberty
deaf lead the blind
it�s time of simplicity
people build their Eden
but their heaven is dead already
God gets love in time of suffering
cold wind blow on my face
its easier to learn from life
than dig those empty graves
I wont never believe in pain
brains of crazy God
great words of a little boy
black clothes of a white reaper
roll the dice, create or destroy