Remove the sandals
Why are in sacred earth
It is arrived the hour, phallus me agóra
Hear me with attention
I have you chosen am always with you
I am male of war owner of this earth
King of the creation
No there is anything to fear
When god is present here
Step now in that war
Take ownership of the victory feels the heart burn

Break the arch and it cuts the lance
I make the red sea to open
Below fare on the high
Nobody can confront myself anything can impede myself

If tú forte and courageous he she makes my you will
I spill my now unction
I am your god in the probation
That you owner of truth