The arms of the Lord
Protect us in our womb
For us to become one for Him
To love and to grow..
But as we grow out of his womb
Our bones become our own
and bitter rebellion becomes our happiness
Whereas to serve means boredom
The innocence of children turns into greed
As venomous power becomes the key
Happiness means pain in the Devils mind
Poisoning innocent lives is the life
As the mouse is the victom of the snake,
The Holy Spirit is being drown by toxins of hate.
But from dust we came
and to dust we will be
For from Gods hands we live
and from Satins hands we fight
From the tree of life we grow
and from the toungue of the Devil we spit.
From the silence of above
We disbelieve
and from the the words of below
We act and live.
But, from the Lord we are born
and for Satin we choose to live
So from dust we came
To dust we will be
In Satin's fiery playground
To stand in the growing circle of greed...
