Down at the cross, Where my savior died; Down where for cleansing from sin I cried, There to my heart was the blood applied; Singin.... GLORY TO HIS
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Seems like I've been here before, Fuzzy then and still so obscure, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, good-bye. And I don't want to see anybody cry, Meet me
Why you think that the majority of the rap musical authority Sword me and barred and crossed up? 'Cause they don't wanna let the crazy kid in then Spit his hymns
the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling out of key To a hymn called "
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times Your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross and your voice like chimes Who
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes
Inside a break there's only moments that hide Every mistake is really worth a try I know a way a lie can be refined Hand me your cross and run for your
Absu Carry through the icy winds our curse upon their church Hanging helpless above the pentagram Sacrifice swings within leather noose Sing the ancient hymn
place of this hymn. On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dearest and
the unborn Onto the blackest skies Shadows of the raven's flight Crying their lament Upon the crossroad where she stand One flies to gain the thundering North Another crosses
you love me too? However long it takes I'm never giving up No matter what, I love you this much Half way through the service While the choir sang a hymn
the ripening air I have seen you in your fluttering dress And your dry face of steel As you're dragging your red rowing boat 'Cross the forever fields
insane with his belief Is all that you know and all you take as you go You?re one with the rich and only take from the poor Nailed to the cross by your
a song for you. [Verse Three] Syke! Aaahhh, the rawness is back. Tell your boys the Lord uses the rawest of raps. The hardcorest of tracks cause hardcoreness attracts. Some hymns
Thoughts through the window Of my mind's eye Bring another slice of terror Yet away with my fears I cross this pitiful world's end Drawn to the mortification
I've seen the outline of a scheme A vision of tranquility the world in my profound embrace I've seen conclusions at the end A mellow hymn of promises