Look at your home Angel,
Take away the cobweb of your eyes,
You'll see scenes of shocking,
You will see unhappy and ill,
You shall see the sorrow, death and misery.

Look at your sheeps, Angel,
all alone cripples and beggars,
blind roam the crowd,
all with broken spine,
they expect salvation from you.

Look at the scums, Angel,
their souls are damned,
all have been put in gears,
they built a temples for themself,
their hands steeped in blood.

Lift up your sword, Angel,
Remember the crusades,
Remember jugulated necks;
when you come to God in truth,
Let your soul be in peace.

Answer the prayers, Angel,
God give all enemies dies,
so be an angel of vengeance,
Let you feel on your own skin,
What does poverty, fear and pain.