Eyes they have yet are blind
Illusion of pride on every mind

Decieveing they are but themselves
Assuming angel's but are men

Carrying numerous faces around
Clueless they are but are proud

Friend of all and foe to none
Confusing even the mighty satan

Singing songs of glory and plunder
But they are a cloudless thunder

Hiding their fears inside
Call themselves kings of might

Shocked i was when I came to mind
My own deeds which i saw in dreams