battle sons Hear the choirs Is it the wind that brought back their cries? Once forged in blood by tragedy Sharp were the thorns of crimson death Through
Chorus:] Hear the choirs Is it the wind that brought back their cries? Once forged in blood by tragedy Sharp were the thorns of crimson death Through
where the truth may be found outwardly they're cloaked in the attire of a sheep but sincere intentions won't hinder what they'll reap Dissection of
Перевод: Рассечение. Шипы Crimson смерти.
You say you come to me because of the blood I shed but deep down inside it was of circumstances instead Because of this bleeding you let this hopeless
Beaten beyond recognition a mutilation extreme the sacrificial lamb prepared for slaughter God in the form of man, holy and supreme Chief priest plot
It may surprise the majority but many attempts in resolving the spiritual and meaning of life are lost within the shadows Craving of esoteric knowledge
ignoring where the truth may be found outwardly they're cloaked in the attire of a sheep but sincere intentions won't hinder what they'll reap Dissection
That which is born of flesh is flesh that which is born of spirit is spirit A man cannot see the kingdom of God unless he is born of the spirit that'
Narrative of the climax brother of performed acts illness afflicts Lazarus remaining place of rest Lazarus lies Sickness of the undeath glorified through
Lord forgive me for my sins cleanse me of my unrighteousness I worship and praise your holy name I ask for strength to resist temptation I ask for wisdom
You must understand this in the last days distressing times will come men shall be lovers of their own selves covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers
[Stryper Cover] [Verse 1] The hair is long and the screams are loud and clear. The clothes are tight, earrings dangling from the ears. No matter how
The Lord is my strength and my song He has become my salvation He is my God and I will praise Him My father's God and I will exalt him May the words
I will praise you o Lord with all my heart I will tell of all your wonders I will be glad and rejoice in you I will sing praise to your name O Most High
O Lord my God, I cry out in affliction let my prayer come before you with troubles, the soul is surfeited life draws near to the nether world Weeping
Condemnation seeping, loathing this Perilous way sewers of compromise, I now open my eyes to the truth You rotten filthy stinking piece of dung I can
