En Hakkore - 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