He made the sinners cry
He opened up his sky
The rivers ran with blood
The desert's 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 made
And when he overcome
The war has just begun

As the darkness spreads across his land
Soul of a 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's no lie
Temple was built and the worshiping showed
Made of iron and of stone