Warwhorse Lyrics

Cauldron Black Ram Warwhorse

Azazels goat bearing the burden of sin
Fell under the unwholesome weight
On the deserted path of salvation

Retain your boned crown
A kicking mule to throw them to the sand
Let verily be a command
Not a meek whisper
And sore god and all his witnesses
Shalt know it

For it once written and again it be
Down from their abodes
Force them with might and sargons lust forth
The kingship