We are believers, the most beloved children in the arms of the Lord, We are the Hand of Light, the humblest tools under the supreme Lord, We are the darkness of light, the deepest sigh in the heart of the forgiving, We are the dark shadows of the tour, peeping under the surface of every believer, We are the butcher's knife hanging high above our heads, roaming behind every traitor to the Lord, When the Lord sighs, we will give the sinners the only redemption in the humblest manner, When the butcher knife falls from our hands, we will be closer to the light.