Master say on Good teacher yes We have heard it said A certain man, a certain ruler If there is no law there is no bread New gods we have chosen War is to the gate In its turning it doth tremble Woe to earth Heaven has dropped its gates
Who is this who comes from Edom Dressed in death’s red robe In thy stepping out Out the field of Hedon
My beloved is clear and crimson He wear the eagle feather Chief among ten thousand The angel of the Lord stood by
Master say on Master say
Who is this who comes from Edom Dressed in death’s red robe In thy stepping out The field of heathen In splendor finely clothed
Master say on Master sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
