Bosrah

Now the Rastaman came from Bozrah
With his garment dipped in blood

Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood

Look at that Rastaman there clothed in red (he looks so formidable)
Dancing to the Nyabinghi sound and he rode so red (he looks so formidable)

Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
Sing it out, sing it out, Jah's children
Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
Say, Jah

The Man has no mother
The Man has no father
No beginning or death, no ending or time
He is the creator for all mankind

Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
We have to love him
Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
We, we, we, we have to love him
Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
Wa-da-da, wa-da-da, watch for, yeah
Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
We, we say

The Man has no mother
The Man has no father
No beginning or death, no ending or time
He is the creator for all mankind

Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
We, we have to give thanks and praise
Came from Bozrah with his garments dipped in blood
We, we, yeah

Brother knows what the warning was there
Before that judgment spawns there (yeah)
Coming in the day
Another mark of a righteous man (yeah)
We, we, chant Nyabinghi until the morning
Chant Nyabinghi