And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti

I saw a vision in a dream
Again, again visiting me
I hear as the war drum beats
Soldiers marching in the streets
A haunting everyday reality
Perception created, ready-made duality
Deception masqueraded as universality
Listen to me speak my piece
as theoriticians' redefinitions release
decisions, who, what, where's the enemy
Next mission could be destiny
A chaotic disaster, order orchestrated by masters
A robotic, hypnotic roller coaster, emasculated bastards
Herald thee call, lest we fall
Make the stand, God guide these hands
A many who has ears to hear, and eyes to see,
Let him have freedom ever in his lands