Fear is their sword,
sorrow is their shield,
They are soldiers of maya
And earth is their battlefield.

They pierce kind hearts
With the point of their swords,
And drag innocents to kneel
Before their false lords.

See the works of the illusionists
that make great souls seem small,
Watch the dancers of the night
that make tiny Shadows appear tall.

Look under the liar´s sleeve,
there is only a fake flower.
What is in the pocket of the thief?
Has he stolen away your power?

Those agents of deceit
fight to delude you,
strive to seduce you
live to reduce you.

They need you
to need them,
that hunger will
will feed them.

Fear is their sword,
sorrow is their shield,
They are soldiers of maya
And earth is their battlefield.