Short

I didn't want to go there
where there was emptiness
and souls did not have a home
nor their bodies sacred
and emotions tired.

We sang a beautiful melody,
Nobody listened.

Then the devil spoke of wisdom,
the earth followed.
O God, the dead cried!
They shouted praise in reply.

They didn't know music
They didn't even know how to dance
They'd never spoken the truth

The devil it spoke of love
It spoke of romance
and dear God, a mother cried!
She shouted praise in reply.

The saints they prayed
They shouted Hallelujah...

"God, please give us truth!"