Enriched with crimson shades of pain the river runs dry Full of painfull memories of happiness - together we fly And I curse you death - cold flesh of
Shall honor arise So let's pray And blessed shall be our leader We follow the noble and bright Don't you hear me crying Crying Come take me away I hallow thy
of battles in thy might, Put our enemies to flight, Let our cause be just and right, God defend New Zealand. Let our love for Thee increase, May Thy blessings
proud Jupiter, I kneel to thy black altar-stone. My legions wait to awake in this night and by thy blessings, they shall rise. Reveal thy powers! I
Our father, who are in heaven I will be thy name, thy kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in Heaven Give us this day, our daily bread Forgive
Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel nuff pain Our father, who art in Heaven Hallow be Thy name Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done In earth
experience, so now I feel it Lookin' at my blessings, the bullets - that missed me coulda hit me Them court cases coulda put me in the penitentiary I never hate
literature know first-hand just how difficult creating meaning can be.. ..There are no options now.. ...If I weren't a writer, I think I'd be a total
Devil and the darkness! Prince Loneliness! You hated one Vengeance be thy name, thy kingdom to come Destruction be done in heave as it is on earth! Oh bless
TO THE DEAD. AND THEY ARE MY SOLDIERS WHO SOON SHALL BE FED. Die! Of darksome origin. They call me the bringer of torture. They've named me the lord of hate
seduction The beauty of my pain Am I blessed or am I cursed by thy presence What is my crime...
behind the voice. The face of this seduction, the beauty of my pain. Am I blessed or am I cursed by thy presence? What is my crime, what is my deed
ride to thy kingdom, Father of time. Will you see us tomorrow, In the glorious night standing proud groundless... Our wings will carry your winds of hate
we hate... and to the master we deliver our faith ! Kiss the stupid mater lick their mother with a mighty devotion, from putrefaction, Bless the pale
herds In the land where cash is king Our silence bought and sold for free The future's banging on our door When real I.D. will be the law Love thy neighbor
Our father thy will be done I have denied, this life it's worth I will not be the victim Sickness to you my master Here's to getting worse Hope it kills
