Sixteen years Sixteen banners united over the field Where the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings neath
In the presence of my enemies Thou anointest my head with oil My cup runneth over Surely goodness and mercy will follow me Ohh, but [Incomprehensible] yea, my, my
My table Thou hast furnishA?d In presence of my foes; My head with oil thou dost anoint, And my cup overflows. My head thou dost with oil anoint, And my
in the alley-cat's fevered jaws Laid my body on a hollow altar A spectacle for the clergy of the infected Wash my feet {ablution} Cleanse my soul Complaisant
rose Toora loora loora li, my kingdom for a lullaby My baby needs a pilot, she has no magic wand To help her part the troubled waters of the Rubicon But in my soul
handle off the head of a broom. He was the bride and she was the groom. Over their heads the devil started to swoon. I saw it all from the corner of my
the fame, but my name was missin' the art So I'm drawin' the line, and I'm crossin' the Ts And I'm dottin' my I's, barely catchin' my Z's But I'll be
The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me beside the still waters He restoreth my soul He leadeth
the bareness of my culture stand in arraignment I'm level basement incarcerated tracks to my advanced Romance dig in your earlobe enhanced rivoting soul
scrolls? Where now Emperor Menelek and Queen of Sheba's gold? You, my bride wear a crown, on your finger, precious stone As every good thing now been sold Son, of shepherd
me to lie down In green pastures He leadeth me beside the still waters Oh, He restores my soul He restores my soul He restores my soul He restores my soul
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside the still waters, he restores my soul.
wash my face playing with the moonrays on my path; on my moonlight path. I scorn you sheep. I scorn your flock. To be your shepherd is my fate. Bringing your souls
of dreams undreamt within I am the echoed conflict, not the span The pleasure of the motive, then the sin Stigmata is the shepherd of the skin The cloak
fear The shepherd won't leave me alone He's in my face and I, the shepherd of my days And I want you here by my heart and my head I can't start till
of hell are waiting for the night) You claim the soul that's strayed from the fold Oh gentle shepherd hear my cry and save my soul (Gentle shepherd save my soul
Speak to me, speak to me in my cave of Adullam Reach to me, reach to me, no one cares for my soul I thought I saw your kingdom, but it's not going to
, humbly and faint In a mortal and breakable body You came To rescue our souls from the debts they were in Because of, in spite of, to cover my sins