Far from this sad mob

I’ve called my Faith just “freedom”
And it’s a way
Not a fixed position
Reached forever

But I see many people
Speaking of Faith
As only a tool to measure
Their own power

And this kills my soul
Kills my soul

While people in the name of the Faith 
Love to discriminate the others 
I write in this evening a prayer 
To ask God to give me another 

New world to go 
Far from this sad mob 
And I hide my hope 
Inside my deep soul 

And this night was called Imbolc
By the ancients Celts
The moment when the little
Cubs can be blessed

In such a bad condition
Among dissemblers
All the sacred is injured
In the name of no sense

And this kills my soul
Kills my soul

While people in the name of the Faith 
Love to discriminate the others 
I write in this evening a prayer 
To ask God to me give another 

New world to go 
Far from this sad mob 
And I hide my hope 
Inside my deep soul