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We are the true-born sons of LeviWe are the true-born sons of GodWe are the roots and the branch of DavidThe bright and glorious morning starWhen Joshua and I crossed the JordanTwo leaves of corn were lifted highTo the high priest and the grand masterWe bore the ark of God and SonCome all ye knights, ye knights of MoliteAnd learn to do what we have doneYou might have been a guard much brighterWhen in the new JerusalemWhen Moses planted the rod of AaronAnd in one night that rod did budWhen Moses smote Egyptian waterThat very night it turned to bloodWe are the true-born sons of LeviWe are the true-born sons of GodWe are the roots and the branch of DavidThe bright and glorious morning star Aus Songtexte Mania