that Corpus Christi Bay Now my brother lives in Houston Married for the second time Got a job with the union It's keeping him in line He came to Corpus
I'm on the move again through fire and ash. I'll burn myself down, then be born again. I remember the coldness of being alive. I want you to feel my burning
bleeding both day and night by his bedside kneeleth a maid and she weepeth both night and day lu li lu lay lu li lu lay by his bedside standeth a stone corpus
Ave, ave verum corpus Natum de Maria Virgine Vere passum immolatum In Cruce pro homine Cujus latus perforatum Unda fluxit et sanguine Esto nobis praegustatum
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chant necromonicus: spirit of the planet of time spirit of the wandering waste the last city of the sky the gates of the secrets of time spirit of
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Ave ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine; vere passum, immolatum in cruce pro homine: cujus latus perforatum fluxit aqua et
a may, And she weepeth both night and day. Lully, lulley, lully, lulley, The falcon hath born my mate away. And by his bed side standith a stone, "Corpus
Corpus Christi Carol Down in yon forest there stands a hall, The bells of Paradise I heard them ring; It's covered all over with purple so tall
Stab wounds will take their toll, murderer with her smile And as an after thought, she kept the heart he gave her Beauty can be so cruel, she once swore
My heart will become our shelter Now that you turn my hands To the livings worlds And my fears grovel with the dark As the seal, I'm in disguise Saniyaza
Ave ave verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine; vere passum, immolatum in cruce pro homine: cujus latus perforatum fluxit aqua et sanguine: esto nobis praegustatum
Ave Verum Corpus natum de Maria Virgine. Vere passum immolatum in cruce pro homine: cuius latum perforatum aqua fluxit et sanguine. Esto nobis praegustatum
Born into a hazy crossfire The end result of innocence and ignorance Flesh and blood cure for emotional strife Vision obscured by a soft skin curtain
difficile accettarmi le armi non servono quando gli ideali si fottono e si perdono tra finti idealisti Truce Klan per le strade pisti se insisti ti facciamo vedere il Corpus
Behind the throne of an empire sits an evil lord. Abusing power at a cost we cannot afford The world is governed by very different personages from what
woundes bleding day and night. By that bede side kneleth a may, And she wepeth both night and day. And by that bede side there standeth a stone, "Corpus
