Testo Iron And Stone

Made the sinners cryHe oped up his skyThe rivers ran with bloodThe deserts name was loveSaid who can not be savedSoul of a man is much depravedDon't act as if you are his cloneMade of iron and of stoneJustice swept the landTo raise the mortal madeAnd when he overcomeThe war has just begunAs the darkness spreads across his landSoul of man who stays his handForms the basis of his homeMade of iron and of stoneWhen it came the timeTo confess his crimeThe people stood and staredAnd didn't even careAnd the morning had diedThe millions knew that there was no lieTemple was built and the worshiping showedMade of iron and of stone