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 l*** forth
The kingship
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 l*** forth
The kingship