the apocalypse. Divine majesty. Giver of supreme entity. Churches rise from disturbed grounds. Symphony of depression purifies. All will be altered. The dead choir
Music: Romeo-Pinnella-Miller Choir arrangement: Romeo-Pinnella (PART I) At the Four Corners of the Earth Lyrics: Romeo-Pinnella On the edge of paradise
mighty woods i wander through the trees thou can see my shadow by the cold wind in my skin i behold my throne for thee my sorrow Now the symphony plays
to the ground in a magic melody He smiles in sweet approval As the waves crash to the rocks in harmony Creation joins in unity to sing in majestic symphonies
barrel of a smoking gun Have mercy on me, now the deed is done Cause every heart that's broken Is a murder one Boy 5 composed a symphony Strings and choir
your eyes Then tear them out And puke into your dead skull Your tortured moans of agony Join the voices in my head Compose a wicked symphony With the choir
at All Hallows fair A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star Augmenting her sisterhoods prayers Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts her choirs
chased by a curse. That time seems cruel to our memory. Expressive bow strokes in the bodily universe. Soon fade into a monotonous symphony. Like solar
great critter band From the eagle in the sky to the whale in the sea It's one great symphony All God's critters got a place in the choir Some sing low
Out on the way beyond The space between the lines Where it?s only natural Give me sunflowers I?m dying Give me opium I?m dying Give me symphonies A choir
off my feet this time Pray, says the needle to the thread This is the perfect sound And where we both collide Pray, says the choir to the symphony Strike
want to And as it tells its sorry tale In harrowing detail Its hollowness will haunt you Its streets and boulevards Orphans and oligarchs it hears A plaintive melody Truncated symphony
of 80's movie. Where Michael is out to get us. And we run. So cue the choir in. Cause girl you're looking so beautiful. Cue the symphony cause girl
am dust, and to dust I shall return Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up Devour my sad whimperings The cutting whip is mine to feel No symphony in
I am dust, and to dust I shall return Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up devour my sad whimpering the cutting whip is mine to feel no symphony in
of the apocalypse. Divine majesty. Giver of supreme entity. Churches rise from disturbed grounds. Symphony of depression purifies. All will be altered. The dead choir
angel shows me the way Through the shadows of sympathy Inside my dreams of deadly wrath Awake! - My demons of the damned Arise! - My angels of the choir A symphony
Preaching for my restless soul Choirs as if from the abyss itself A dirge of celestial creeps Through the night this opus was heard as a symphony of