The Challenge 가사

The Challenge People are vessels They don't need to be filled With dirt up the top Frozen with the severe cold Will the end to the patience ever come? Throw off the blackthorn wreath Of a jewish god Being always ready To defend you home Not having the aim of just eating Sleeping peacefully Give everything away Yourself, your goods, and the home To fight means live And not being a blank sheet Where everyone is ready to write down His own thought And fill you with himself, As in the herd of sheep A human's habit To be a thinker But mostly people riot Only against their wives A cross on a hill Despondency's in the eyes And fear's looking at everyone Out of every corner One out of two thousands Is the mind that thinks All the rest are the rubbish - The breed of a crowd Speechless herd Is waiting for a herder Who will receive the prize When the time comes? The race of degeneration Is called the people Dragging like lambs After the shepherd Will the end To the human patience ever come? Or will not? And will pass by as a shadow?! Let there not be a fight And everyone is ready To riot with themselves And sleep peacefully at night.