Praise him, praise him Praise him for life and everything Praise him for life and everything Praise your God, praise your God, praise your God Praise your God, praise
is with him Because they can't get with him, only the best sit wiht him Cops don't be friskin' him, gangs be enlistin' him Nations be missin' him, you
succor, but with ambitious spears They made us change, they crouched behind Their mirrors and fought on I will not allow them praise That broke the
destroy the law-abiding We will send him to his grave Pierre Justice is the wave we're riding Pierre & Mme de Rols Soon the mask will disappear Then we'll burn
Those who will fall - will burn! The mocked - at lepers the crippled and blind All did heed his call They marched in troops of hundreds to Church-Hill To hear him
Wales To Moreton Bay I've found no equal The tyranny there makes all the rest pale There I met O'Brien The defender from Ulster He'd left Ireland burning
conquer Christ I'll live when he has died Nail the crown unto his head Burn him at the cross to make sure he's dead Ram in the spear, open his side
dimension for our mighty king is born Praise the throned one, with the chaos horn No sword can cut his flesh No fire can burn his skin A new, vision -
