The Cruel Reality of the Enemy

From splitted Christian blood
My confrontations desires will be born
They will be exiled forever
Coming back to their churches
Looking for hide - out that they
Wouldn't never found
Worried about not killing the enemy
The time will come
When their blood rots their dead

Evil will rule in a battlefield
And a singular duel, in a bonecage
His eyes it will break
To pass away, blue choice of cruel dead

Conflict blust, huge town hesitates
They will be exiled to set up a war
And their God on his charge
He will be seen, unarmed, buried
Alive - alive
The cruel reality of the enemy
He'll be found with eaten hands