En Hakkore Lyrics - Tourniquet

Nazarite, set apart, he will lead them 

Hypersthenic, beyond renoun, dead Philistines your crown 

Tasting not of the vine or beware 

The razor shant come near the braids of your hair 

Living ungodly for you wasn't meant 

Entry of freedom is why you were sent 

Call to me and I will be the spring 

Call to me in need for I can turn your faith to strength 

The women you loved were not of your kind 

A weakness that severed your power divine 

You drank from the spring that God only gives 

Then slept with the enemy knowing your sin 

Because of your will to live not your vow 

Ocular gouging and death in the end 

Believe you were, example you are 

For us who partake of En Hakkore from within