We see a life divine far from damp hearts a well of all delight They wash their unclean hands with grinning mouths we see their hateful smiles Where the rabble drinks all wells are poisoned
And many a man has seen the wild and suffered with the beasts And many a man who turned away has only turned away from this flock of birds with dust filled eyes
A crowd has gathered 'round as we march away from the endless squabbling mass They tear at our feet with crippled hands and jealous black eyes They know they're not worthy of us
To find our well of life we made to travel the highest mountain And upon there we did see our home above and the rabble did not drink For their scourge did fall beyond our reach
We won't share the fountain the flame the fruit we will die fighting them off To this castle of our spirit shall the eagles bring food with the wolves defending them Where the rabble drinks all wells are poisonedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
