We are the true-born sons of Levi We are the true-born sons of God We are the roots and the branch of David The bright and glorious morning star
When Joshua and I crossed the Jordan Two leaves of corn were lifted high To the high priest and the grand master We bore the ark of God and Son
Come all ye knights, ye knights of Molite And learn to do what we have done You might have been a guard much brighter When in the new Jerusalem
When Moses planted the rod of Aaron And in one night that rod did bud When Moses smote Egyptian water That very night it turned to blood
We are the true-born sons of Levi We are the true-born sons of God We are the roots and the branch of David The bright and glorious morning starTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
