Paroles de Warwhorse

Warwhorse Azazels goat bearing the burden of sinFell under the unwholesome weightOn the deserted path of salvationRetain your boned crownA kicking mule to throw them to the sandLet verily be a commandNot a meek whisperAnd sore god and all his witnessesShalt know itFor it once written and again it beDown from their abodes force themWith might and sargons lust forthThe kingship