The Fall

As we have reached The plain of Shinar We stopped our hitch Staring at Nimrod Build Rise We built a tower Ro rise to Heaven We raised our hands To the holy pride of Babel Yet our Father, disagreed Then split our tongues and fields The land of God is the place Where we belong We're not afraid Of the hands of Lord anymore... For He is the weak His monstrous reign Mus take end now We must bring Him Down to the Earth Where He belongs For salvation For He is guilty For we are men For He is the weak