Sentinel

Our Brotherhood, keeps looking at the door...

Let's be prepared
Sisters and Brothers in Wait
On Devil's arrival
This bloody crook
Hidden under skin of useless words

He'll fake our feelings
Blur best instincts
And allow to play for a while
With Black and White Queen
Making a temptation of life after life

Then he'll take out our faith
And lock in old room
Behind wall of sadness and secrets
Surrounded by midgets tribe
Of our conscience and past

So let's call on this chair
A patient sentinel
With a key to seal
Of oblivion gates...