mass without flaw though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors but the stare of their lord {I must avert my eyes to hymns For his gaze brings
, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns
innocent or insolent 14 hymns for the heathen Fourth hymn, the passion of the Chaplain Fifth hymn, the brute kiss of Judas Sixth hymn, Sodom falls to ashes Seventh hymn
gentle victory Well, today as I set to go I saw a nest in a tree hollow Oh Emily, you?re a brave girl With your husband gone to the other world Sing a hymn
and gave me sight He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe Now when she came over, she brought the discus On and on, she promised to kick
the big ones and we?ll charge them at the door The devil soon was a vagabond and we dressed him for the prom And now the chorus sings filth hymns As
A nocturnal concerto Candlelight whispers me where to go Hymn of gathering stars, as my guide As I wander on this path of the night Embroidery of the
Can you hear the sirens resound? From the coastline of Ireland tonight It's the song of a promising heart Of the souls that the ocean unite And she stands
condition Mind murdering parasites forced into suicide Material safety plastic savior basis of possession Rulers participate, anarchist dominate Infected by a virus, promise
They follow the forgotten like they promised me so often Moving fingers, charging hymns to other gods Complicated missions, covered convalescing structures
earth unfertile. Anxiously await reprisal for the deprived life. Horrifying rituals of unorthodox intelligence. Premature suffering from within their charred domain. Altering the promises
will you be my misery? heart in heart hand in hand black on black promise me that you will be hope on hope hurt on hurt grief on grief swear to me my
Old Clarence was a corn fed sunday school teacher At the Cheap Hill church of christ A god fearin, fence clearin', hay slingin', hymn singin' Back
deep under fields Under sacrificial graves In the burning earth Carve runes upon the horns Stain them red with blood We mumble our spells and sing our hymns
than coupons to get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Notin sadder than that day my girl father past away So i promised
This day hath God fulfilled His promised word; This day is born a Saviour, Christ the Lord." He spake, and straightaway the celestial choir In hymns
Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day Now the battle hymns
'hymne, Pour qu'dans les ghetto y'ai l'progres. Mista Flo : Hey, reconnait ma voix a travers les portes d'barreaux d'fenetres, Cours de prom'nade,