Sanoja: Sixteen Horsepower. Golden Rope.

Fire is the color of my true love's hair
Near to the father sits his golden chair
With prayer and petition to the king on his left
Light is the burden that I bear

O so enchanting are these lovely chains that bind you
'Neath their deadly weight, the Lord's eye did find you
With fear and tremblin' before the one with your wounds
Your eyes as empty as my Savior tomb

There you are hangin' by the golden rope
There you lie, no hope

Warm is the breath of his holy spirit
He who has ears to hear let him hear it
Torn were the hands of the worthy lamb
May you know his name and fear it

Okay, get up
Warm is the breath of his holy spirit
May you know his name and fear it
There you are hangin' by the golden rope
There you lie, no hope