Turn slowly oh ye wheels of change
No master have I on this earth
I seek the souls of those unhappy
So much set on their ways since birth
No kingdom do I need in this mortal place
My servants are those who live all around
Religion cures not the need for salvation
In the end they’ll come when buried in the ground
Though given names which are most unpleasant
I serve all for His greater cause
As brethren we share both good and evil
The right to choose given by natural laws
Look not for me hidden in the shadows
My appearance needs no costume to hide my face
Truth of my existence lies not in your nightmares
Just ask those who have fallen from His grace
