Samuel Webbe - Discord dire sister - текст песни (слова)

Discord, dire sister of the slaught'ring power,
 Small at her birth, but rising ev'ry hour,
 While scarce the skies her horrid head can bound,
 She stalks on earth, and shakes the world around.
 
 But lovely peace, in angel's form 
 Descending, quells the rising storm.
 Soft ease and sweet content shall reign
 And discord never rise again.