Ovelhas e Lobos
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Sheep and Wolves
Who are the wolves? Who are the sheep?
Dawn breaks in the fields, a deathly silence
The sheep pray, but not all is the same
Wolves descend, in suits and pastoral voices
Selling paradise with a hellish contract
And the truth is an echo lost in the darkness
No one is pure, neither the Wolf, nor I
Who are the wolves? Who are the sheep?
Who will be the first on the bonfires?
The saint bleeds, the false prophet hurries
Each face is a piece, a promise
And right in the middle of the chaos appears the cross
Who will be able to hear the Voice of Jesus?
They shout salvation, but count coins
They kill with verses and toast with prayers
Sheep follow, blinded by the dawn
But the wolf wears wool, and the false reigns now
The flock sleeps, instinct awakens
Peace is a field and war, covered
Who are the wolves? Who are the sheep?
Who will be the first on the bonfires?
The saint bleeds, the false prophet hurries
Each face is a piece, a promise
And right in the middle of the chaos appears the cross
Who will be able to hear the Voice of Jesus?
Perhaps we are the same
Prey and predators in rituals
Faith is a knife, fear, an altar
But love can still save
Who are the wolves? Who are the sheep?
Who will be the first at the stake?
The saint bleeds, the false prophet hurries
Each face is a piece, a promise
And right in the middle of the chaos appears the cross
Who will be able to hear the Voice of Jesus?
