Idols of chains

Idols of chains, hanging down your round neck

Perhaps I should call it chains of idols

It all to me speaks a certain language

Perhaps it is a language of symbol

Chains, it is kingly and it is lordly

It tells of who you are, if slave or royal

It is the signet worn on royal princes

And the adornment of loved princesses

It is worn as a symbol of blessings

It tells of who we are and why we wear

Whether gold, silver, bronze, brass, iron, steel

Whether diamond, pearls and precious stones

Diligence

Diligence, deal with me with perfect gents

So that I will find me where diligence

I want to know more about your essence

So that I will make some perfect sentence

You are like the warm eastern rising sun

I know for certain when the setting’s done

Lift me up and then find me a good throne

Now then crown me prince with your precious stone

Diligence come to me now come be quick

That I should find heaven, for there I seek

Truth

Truth unfolds to us like blood-red roses bloom

An understanding heart will find his room

With this floss thread we weave a perfect loom

Sweeping dusty lies with a righteous broom

The truth is truth and it is nothing more

Nothing less too, for it, we men live for

It always comes knocking on our door

Open, for it comes to breed true law

Allow the children learn this truthful lore

And tell their children about this truth lore