We lived in a flock
Curved before the scepter
In perfect disorder and poverty
Living in a daily desorder and emptiness
Amazed with our singularity
With our total hablity to step on
All the sick persons of the flock
I will give up that whole rottenness
I will come off of my flock
I will form an alliance
With all those that don't accept
The impositions of the scepter
We will be dead sheep
Out of the Flock
We Will die to live
As a New alliance 2x
The true alliance
In perfect disorder and poverty
Living in a daily desorder and emptiness
Amazed with our singularity
I BELIEVE IN THE TRUE ALLIANCE
I LIVE IN THE TRUE ALLIANCE