Man couldn't be in fall
If he hadn't made his copy
If an only one was sufficient
If he was contented with his only

Without illusory virtues
His good fod good
His bilief for his whole

Man couldn't be in fall
Confiding in his shadow
He could ally with it
Afraid of treachery, rejection, evil
His luxuries throw to an obsession sea

Without frontiers with his belif
Cut evil by the roots
Crush what hurts you
I'll be the razor of the wort wind
And I'll follow your guts

But man is about forgetting evil
And he ask for falling fire on his body
In his shadow on his half one
In that he has not wanted done
And what he never wanted lived
To be or not to be chosen
Could be the human race in fall?

But man is about forgetting evil
And he ask for falling fire on his body
In his shadow on his half one
In that he has wanted done
And what he never wanted lived
To be or not be chosen
Could be the human race in fall?

Without frontiers with his belif
Cut evil by the roots
Crush what hurts you
I'll be the razor of the wort wind
And I'll follow your guts

Man couldn't be in fall
If he hadn't made his copy
If an only one was sufficient
If he was contented with his only