Hiding the poor,
Killing the prophets,
Generation of vipers,
Trees that bear no fruit.
The grass withers and the leaf fades.
A puff of smoke, a vapour.
Empires crumble and fall.
One thing remains.
His name is LOVE.
Hiding the poor,
Killing the prophets,
Generation of vipers,
Trees that bear no fruit.
The grass withers and the leaf fades.
A puff of smoke, a vapour.
Empires crumble and fall.
One thing remains.
His name is LOVE.