Piety

The impunity not sorry
For the pious ways that preach
Doting on and on too jolly
The immensity of your stead
Harshness hidden so well
Making petty of your sheep,
Even If all the world are wolves
I will stand as me.

Take off the pious garment
And Bear witness to the crowd
There are no holy beings
But for the ones above the clouds
Even If all the world are wolves
I will stand as me
I will stand as me.