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He made the sinners cry
He opened up his sky
The rivers ran with blood
The desert name was love
Said who cannot be saved
Soul of a man is much depraved
Don't act as if you are his clone
Made of iron and of stone
The justice swept the land
To raise the mortal man
And when he overcome
The war had just begun
As the darkness spreads across his land
Soul of man who stays his hand
Forms the basis of his home
Made of iron and of stone
When it came the time
To confess his crime
The people stood and stared
And didn't even care
And the morning had died
The millions knew that there was no lie
Temple was built and the worshipping showed
Made of iron and of stone
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