Lirieke: Half-handed Cloud. Even The Sparrow'd Be Arrowed.

All the beasts would be stoned grazing on that mountain for grazes
Even the sparrow'd be arrowed
When she touched those higher places.

And amount in switching mountains,
No volcano, yae Zion.

We've been registered in heaven,
Word is, Lord has made us one.

All the beasts would be old grazing on this mountain for grazes,
Even the sparrow'd be spared,
When she touched those higher places