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