I?ve been drowned out by the rain Still I?m wishing I could stay But I'm sorry, my old friend I've got to leave you once again And despite what I might
[DMX] In the name of Jesus, let us pray: Father we thank you for waking us up this morning. We thank you for surrounding us with your guardian angels
FATHER YOU GIVE US POWER TO SPEAK THE WORD FATHER YOU SAY WE HAVE BUT TO ASK WITH A SINCERE HEART AND IT WILL BE SO WE THANK YOU FOR THIS SPOKEN WORD
I wanna meet resurrection Mary Stand before God, speak in tongues, hear her stories Worries and Fears are locked behind your door Mary on the contrary
This song in Greek is sung by Ted Alevizos, not by Joan Baez. It is recorded on the album "Folksingers 'Round Harvard Square: Joan Baez, Bill Wood and
Con polvo del Arauco con piedra del Azteca con sangre del esclavo es la resurreccion que enciende mariposas y las arroja al viento, que da al volcan
I said hep cats, sinners, brats Suck on this for sunshine This is the resurrection Yea, of the good times I said hep cats, sinners, brats Sunshine This
I'm back to life From the walking dead No more demons in my head Now I'm sick of ugly lies Leave this ball and chain As the hatred dies, so does pain
What can I do to make light of this dull dull day? What switch can I pull to illuminate the way? Show me one direction, I will not question again For
Siento que mi alma se encuentra perdida que se junta la noche y el dia Siento que si te veo terremotos recorren todo mi cuerpo Haces que se vaya
Siento que mi alma se encuentra perdida que se juntan la noche y el dia siento que si te veo terremotos recorren todo mi cuerpo Haces que se vaya
Mark out the points, build the pyre Assemble different drummers, light up the fire Put on your masks and animal skins Illumination, illumination Listen
Desecrating - with possesed burning eyes hell has risen - the gods of pain Pull the veins - tear out the rotted soul take the last breath - snuff out
Desecrating - with possessed burning eyes hell has risen - the gods of pain Pull the veins - tear out the rotted soul take the last breath - snuff out
We´ve got the plan. We´ve got the escape plan blueprint. It´s not for those who don´t believe. It´s not for the self-indulgent
Carrying a heard the size of my head Got an angel on my back The leftovers of my face is a leaden mask of death Drink my coffee black I sing with a voice
My brain sometimes intends to walk away Somehow my hat seems to hold it together But if I feel like slipping away for a bit All I have to do is take my