Forgive the devil
And kill the priest
We are made of gold
About those years
You will believe
This ideology is getting old

Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel my soul bleeding?

Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel the evil he does?

Don't forgive me God
I have no excuse for ask you
I see the blood
That poor people paid, they paid for you

Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel my soul bleeding?

Can you feel?
Can you feel?
Can you feel the evil that he does?