“We are masters of our fate,
That the task which has been
Set before us is not above our strength;
That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance”
A machinegun that I can´t brook to hear;
Its melting screams throughout my ears.
Their wind caring away the hopes of a new dawn
And in those eyes there lurk a tear, for the things which are,
And the things which shall not be hereafter;

He shall rule them
With a rod of iron;
Shall they be broken to shivers
As the vessels of a potter
No man in heaven, nor in earth,
Will stop our path right to the dirt
And the will be lies before they start
Until all mankind be torn apart

And all that remain is blood
Soaking the earth and filling the shores
They wander in darkness, they wander in darkness
And all that remain are tears
Wailling throught the lies of the years
They wander in darkness, they wander in darkness

He shall rule them
With a rod of iron;
Shall they be broken to shivers
As the vessels of a potter
And all that remain is blood
Soaking the earth and filling the shores
They wander in darkness, they wander in darkness
And all that remain are tears
Wailling throught the lies of the years
They wander in darkness, they wander in darkness

Composição: Nando Moura