Put scripture down without a song
Can't tell you where I'll come along
You sing the words to fear alone
Am lifting you up upon the throne
So hey why did you turn your back
A voice in mind a heart attack
You left me here with vicious claws
A wooden cart along a dirt track
The hill steeped in blood like river flows
Towards the Nile with bandaged toes
I climb on high where else I'll go
Your fortune smiles a stone you throw
Death destruction marks your way
Darkness follow on this day
Forgiveness may your will he be
Dispatch the green from Tuscany
Two thousand years may be he reign
No soul be sent or will he save
a blinding flash will come again
Spirits home release the slave
Fortune fears the weak or brave
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