Leeland "Via Dolorosa" Версия для печати He traded his crown for a crown of thorns He picked up His cross and laid down His sword He stumbled down the
Your ideals are wicked and deceiving how can you find peace you seek the righteous, but find the void Die by the sword of live by the book Glimpse your
He traded His crown for a crown of thorns He picked up His cross and laid down His sword He stumbled down the road, bruised and beaten for me Jesus walked
Everyone gets there anyway... In this place there is no shelter, Blood and flesh upon the altar, Blames of fire getting high Oh, my dear its time to die
Rising sun above the sky Murdered bodies all around... What have they done? Look at yourself, where is your wisdom? Do you want to die forever? Why, why
Shadow of the dead Standing near my bed Wisper within my head: Give me your hand... Outside spirits, feral mares Tell: Do it, no one cares, Drink the
Turn around, what you see? People - robots, life - in chains, Insenity corrupts our minds Earth is dying, worldas demise... & Freedom is just a dream,
1,2, 3, Fuck!... I can not look at your face Full of hatred and disgrace, I can not look at your fuckina face... Without strength in my sight & pain I
Sometimes it comes to me Comes like a burning fever I can see all eternity and understand Doesnt matter if Im dead or living... You have felt this monstrous
Anger in my mind, burning from inside, Anger in my heart, Iam already got... There is nothing new when I look at you, when I see your face Motherfucker
This is here all around... Can you hear its pretty sound? Can you see its face? No escape from this place... (I hate it!) Always getting on your way,
Ruins, - death is behind, Cries, - One more human dies, Satan, - laughs as you rot Someone said: Gott ist tota Fire... Kill them all... One more village
Oh you will love the suffering We will put you thru Claiming to be the people's prophet Deceiving mad carpenter And now on the way to Golgotha Whipped
Down the Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem that day The soldiers tried to clear the narrow street But the crowd pressed in to see The Man condemned to die on
He traded his crown for a crown of thorns He picked up His cross and laid down His sword He stumbled down the road bruised and beaten for me Jesus
Drag me down and chain me This is not what it seems This ain't no cozy little dream This ain't no mysterious way, no no This is just another Sunday
