The clerics call themselves shepherds
While the lambs call them killers
Are they wolves wearing santity
Or are we just knowing them better
In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear
Above all things that have been writen,
Of what was made, the spirit can learn
Can learn and see clearly that I
"I reign over you, in power exalted"
In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear
The power inside the primal Priest
From Los haunted
Leading his ride
Under the bones of a thousand children
Who'll stand through the ages
Which of us can tell
The true heaven from hell
In every cry of every man
In every infant's cry of fear
In every voice, in every ban
The mind-forged manacles I hear
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