(Intro - cantato come una profezia, quasi recitato)

The Word of God, a fire in me,

"Son of man, now prophesy!

Speak to the KINGS who hold the crook,

The Shepherds who the flock forsook.

Cry out and say, the Lord has known!

Woe to the Shepherds on their throne!"

(Strofa 1)

You were to feed the lambs of God,

But on their flesh, you’ve proudly trod.

You drink the milk, you wear the wool,

You kill the strong and beautiful.

You gorge yourselves upon the prize,

But never look into their eyes.

(Ritornello)

The sick you left to fade and die,

The weak you passed without a sigh.

The broken bone you did not bind,

The lost you never tried to find.

Your only guide: a violent hand,

To rule with fear across the land!

(Strofa 2)

And so they scattered in the night,

Abandoned, with no guiding light.

A meal for every savage beast,

Their numbers tragically decreased.

They wander on the mountains high,

And not one Shepherd asks them "why?".

(Bridge - la voce diventa un tuono divino)

So listen, Shepherds, to my vow!

The Lord God speaks, He speaks it now!

"AS I LIVE," the thunder cries,

"My flock became a hunter's prize!

A feast for claw and sharpened teeth,

While you enjoyed what lay beneath!"

(Outro - furioso e accusatorio)

You did not seek! You did not care!

You left my flock in deep despair!

You fed yourselves!

YOU FED YOURSELVES!

You fed yourselves... and left my pasture bare