Wovenhand - Slota Prow - Full Armour 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 rightiousness 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