Dear God, why did you allow this to happen, this rule,
Pockets of innocent and poor are always ruled by cruel,

People give up the good fight, are quick to adjust,
Why did you give his soul, what is your interest?

Don’t ever let me turn into them, away from my virtue,
Don’t let me turn into something I am not,
Give me strength, give me all you’ve got.

Be Daniel’s Judge, I preach, for I know Christan goods…

God, I wish your judgment is near and truth may dawn,
So I can show them my heart, so I can show them his crown.