The scandalous scribes of evil untruths are, woe, unfair to Us
But lo, behold a choir unfolds. A million angels thus.
They come on high, our hour is nigh to celebrate our might
And woe to they who knock our way, to them belongs the night
The scandalous scribes of evil untruths are, woe, unfair to Us
But lo, behold a choir unfolds. A million angels thus.
They come on high, our hour is nigh to celebrate our might
And woe to they who knock our way, to them belongs the night