I am the master who sees it all

Just like an eagle pretending fall

And if there's nothing left of silence

Let the talk flows in

There are my angels protecting me

Madness mass coming on

Hear the master's song

I hope there's glitch of intelligence

Ray of light, sparkling truth

Bless these creatures before

Food is the reason of their existence

Complicating the natural flow of the life

Can't see why competition

Segregating an already small group of lads

While I try to maintain it

Madness mass, did you learn?

Or should I recall the effects

That there's no glitch of intelligence

Ray of light, sparkling truth

Bless these creatures before

There's no more reason for their existence