Soaring on resplendent wings, I addressed the baying crowds Gathered in the courts of elohim. The voice rang out; resonant, loud:
"Let the trumpets proudly sing And staunchly hold fast where you stand, For tonight we slay the tyrant king And wager for the soul of man.
Pull the profligates from their homes, To harbour our stray and wretchèd. Usurp the father from his throne And prime the trident for his heads."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.