كلمات Pretending Fall

I am the master who sees it all Just like an eagle pretending fall And if there's nothing left of silence Let the talk flows in There are my angels protecting me Madness mass coming on Hear the master's song I hope there's glitch of intelligence Ray of light, sparkling truth Bless these creatures before Food is the reason of their existence Complicating the natural flow of the life Can't see why competition Segregating an already small group of lads While I try to maintain it Madness mass, did you learn? Or should I recall the effects That there's no glitch of intelligence Ray of light, sparkling truth Bless these creatures before There's no more reason for their existence