Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.

I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm, Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.

I still have people from my past who treat me wrong, i thank them for making me strong.

I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.

From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked.

Fear has nø hands, let go of that invisible grip that has taken a hold of your mind.