Tribal Seeds - Rider

Rider the white, rider of the white
Rider of the white horse, yea
Rider of the white
Come forth lion conquering
Hear the angels with their trumpets chanting
Jam the tune of war, nothing joyfully
Descendents of HIM shall be
Delivered from enemies
Fools crave war, fools repeat history
InI defend the land and right to be free
Defending the throne of His Imperial Majesty
Thunder rolls from the voice of
One of the four beasts
Open the first seal and say Come and see of
The white horse
Selassie, rider of the white horse
Rotted leaves shall go astray
Rotted leaves shall go
Soldiers of Zion shall descend
Upon the heathen
Smiting the wicked and smite
Them who believe in
Corrupt religion, false talk
Communion is the path in which vampires walk
Yea foolish rot, and let the foolish talk
Blessed take up heavy criticism on their back
Foolish pump materialized blood
In their hearts
Righteous boasting the servant of the poor
Emperor the white, rider of the white
Rider of the white horse, yea
Rider of the white

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