Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He hath loosed the fateful
译文: 摩门教幕合唱团. 共和国战歌.
cuffs and collars were mended by haloes of golden thread. The choir sang, "Once Upon A TIme There Was An Ocean." And all the old hymns and family names
When all the birds had fled That mighty Gitchi Manitou Sent angel choirs instead Before their light the stars grew dim And wandering hunters heard the hymn
' But some kind boy said, "Frohliche Weihnachten" Not understanding the words but gettin' the buyin' and sellin' I felt the Christmas spirit In Bethlehem I heard a hymn, some distant choir
you love me too? However long it takes I'm never giving up No matter what, I love you this much Half way through the service While the choir sang a hymn
band play for the families Through the streets, beautiful symphonies Let's walk through the park while the trees are still there And the midnight choir, they sing They sing a hymn
can patter out their hasty orisons no mockeries now for them, no prayers nor bells nor any voice of mourning save the choirs the shrill, demented choirs
and mine Life is the rain from on high Life is the sun in the sky Time picked the words Time picked the songs We were the choir But we sang them wrong
Inside my dreams of deadly wrath Awake! - My demons of the damned Arise! - My angels of the choir A symphony in black Inside my tomb of greed My battle hymns
The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced
sight like that again; no, I don't There was nothin' to do but close our eyes, an' bow our heads, an' vocalize With a silent five-part acapella hymn, for him [Choir
in a tree hollow Oh Emily, you?re a brave girl With your husband gone to the other world Sing a hymn while I light the fire We?ll be joined by a heavenly choir
bridal knife I cannot take this thing you force into my face again I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again A choir of flies rehearse their hymns
all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchimanitou (sp?) sent angel choirs instead. Before their light the stars grew dim, And wandering hunters heard the hymn
Crane my neck and scratch my name But the ugly marks are worth the momentary gain When I jab a sharpened object in Choirs of angels seem to sing Hymns
Droning winds sang my name in choirs so silent and grievous Imploring me to awaken, to enlighten my moonlit eyes Famished, grinning in pain, branded stiff
adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation Sing, all ye citizens of
