Lyrics Slota Prow - Full Armour - Wovenhand

Slota Prow - Full Armour

It is frail now that it makes its sound
Of the past i have been living
As to cast myself aside
As is the custom
As is the custom
The shine of crime
Left lying around
Each one I will see again
Each one
Prashnom moldich svetoven
Vashene osh miashte
Endevik saferen seduc
Bullvenya oshkye
Bullvenya oshkye
Moldich fudjok eveshek prashene
Tovet dotchen oshkye
Vana ratache oshvende
Vana ratache oshvende
Dok bledsin dok slota prow
Dok bledsin dok slota prow
Prashnom
Prashnom moldich svetoven
Vashene osh miashte
Prashnom
Full Armour
In the helmet of his salvation
With his belt of truth
The chestplate of his rightiousness
And his gospel boots
In full armour
In full armour
By the sword of his spirit
And the shield of faith
Not of hands
Not of man
A holy work of grace
In full armour
He turns my cheek
In full armour
Contrite and meek
In full armour through the halls
Full armour
Full armour