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