No dust, not even flies
It has covered and buried
Under the piles of worthless trashes
They spill it with dirt while shedding blood
It seemed a wild beast - chasing its prey, filling its feast
So it said today
We know it won't
They fear it'll rise to throne
And crash their wicked skull and bone
Its spring we're seeing in sight of inevitable longning
The spring has sparked
Peeling its harden bark
The shining light will embark to repel the dark
That is the Covenant from the Giver of Sustenance
The Throne extends from the east to the west
It's not wild beast but it's the best
The best from the One granted to believer and all mankind
