As we have reached the plain of Shinar. We stopped our hitch, staring at Nimrod
Build. Rise.
We built a tower to rise to Heaven. We raised our hands to the holy pride of Babel. Yet our Father disagreed then split our tongues and fields.
The land of God is the place where we belong. We're not afraid of the hands of Lord anymore...
For He is the weak. His monstrous reign must take end now. We must bring him down to the Earth, where He belongs.
For salvation. For He is guilty. For we are men. For He is the weak.
Créé le 04/06/19 à 15:12 par
Revan