out, she feels the pain of a broken heart She hurts so bad she feels the pain of a broken heart The black rain falls, the river runs red Like a crown of thorns
broken heart The black rain falls the river runs red Like a crown of thorns to her pretty little head The black rain falls the riiver runs red Like a crown of thorns
ag osnail go trom 'S me ag amharc ar na boithre 'Mbionn mo ghra-sa ag gabhail ann 'S i ag fear eile posta Is gan i bheith liom [Translation:] Oh Brid
you are a shining light You lit a torch in the empty night Yeah, you are a shining light Yeah, you light up my life You've always been a thorn in their
You can't expect to see him and survive You'll shallow his tongue of thorns His mouth, dripping with flies In his glorious kingdom of fire But I believe
powerful rain, they laid down their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns
you feel like A prisoner nailed to stones There's black heaven and red sun over my head... Horizon is gray in the garden of thorns In this nameless
has thorns and she scars and she will leave her mark (And she hopes that somewhere along the line she might find) She's the wild one, she's the wild bride
your stupid pride. Ditch the dark angel Climb up on this pedestal. Everybody wants to take you home We stepped across the line Now pleasure's a crown of thorns
hey my friend, Whose hands are on the wheel. Are they taking you for a ride Or are you just too numb to feel The knives in your back The thorn
Yeah, you are a shining light You lit a torch in the infinite Yeah, you are a shining light Yeah, you light up my life You have always been a thorn in
the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go. The white moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn
you're still dropping bombs from a plane that went down in the civil war drive the nails, drive them hard, peace turns to war again crown of thorns,
(MATTHEW 25:35) IF I WAS STANDING ON THE EDGE OF MY MIND (MATTHEW 4:8-9) WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR WINGS TO ME (ISAIAH 40:31) WOULD YOU STILL WEAR THE THORNS
bleeding From black stars in crimson rain Seasons blend in cold arms dying Light my way through the weeping veil Violet seas, autumn bride we sail Kiss
advent will be near The mark of the beast will be imprinted on us Everyone will become its children in his kingdom of darkness He will hammer the thorns