Thy Commands

[friedseabass]

The arch and the pull as the water drips,
Draws them to their path.
With flashing sword and hammer of god,
Mighty the border saints come.

Blood pours as chains are tested,
Against the power that descends to their hands.
With thunder and rattle and roots unearthed,
Mighty the border saints come.

Count me among your shepherds,
And I shall count you among my saints.
With teeming souls and river devout.
Mighty the border saints come.