Had enough with blowing of the wind, comes a long winters spring, the hand is fold, the family is dugg in.
the bretherin of the storm of the rain.???
is brought to there knees.
The taker's creed...???
The dawn is up There's fire on the mountain They'll have to answer for the crooked claim
The hollows they'll surround them and they'll go running back to the wretched realm they came nor will
the dogs of hell refrain And the land will suffer those who came
