In shining armour you stand, disease while sleeping and fury alive. Pure in harmony with chaos the image of truth, the image of love. See the face of the new god, make his way into your blood. Our almighty new god, turning man back into mud.
Even though candles of hope may still burn, even though earth is still fertile and turn. Nothing compares to beauty you hold, you bring out the new and burn all the old.
In shining armour you stand, disease while sleeping and fury alive. Pure in harmony with chaos the image of truth, the image of love. See the face of the new god, make his way into your blood. Our almighty new god, turning man back into mud.
The mightiest warlord now offering peace, your presence unnoted as tension decrease. Never have there been a god such as you of limitless power and actually true.
In shining armour you stand, disease while sleeping and fury alive. Pure in harmony with chaos the image of truth, the image of love. See the face of the new god, make his way into your blood. Our almighty new god, turning man back into mud.
