By the love of Jerusalem

Christ walked and bled on your streets

Killed, crucified by the others

Who don't understand the outer worlds

I am the prophet of now

My house doesn't have keys

Maybe someday we will find peace there

There where all war be gone

All of the prophets went there

This place where the light meets dark

Dressing in gold, dressing in rags

They all spoke the tongue of gods

It doesn't matter his name

They all know who you are

They invented the guilt, the pleasures, the sin

The place of the beasts

Shackles

Prophecies

Passion

Void