The Guide کے بول

Easy prayer for forgiveness But they�ll never forget you Only your actions will cure you Your wounded souls will be avenged But sacrifice will be at hand Only our new species matters And if nobody his life surrenders We�ll never stop hunting you down The child I was has become A well-oiled machine Knowing all the weakness of our enemies The absence of a God emboldens me And whomever wished to capitulate Would be killed, then dismembered His body would become our property A shell for a new child Your workers will raise their picks But our demons will steal them Your hearts, your only shield The battle rages on the field I am the guide of my army