Lyrics:

It reads lame now written down
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

In the helmet of his salvation
With his belt of truth
The chestplate of his righteousness
And his gospel boots

In full armour [x3]

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