can't you read what's written down down in the books of understanding you push to proove you fucking loose don't you understand me but it feels so good
here beside me, under endless howling winds my dying race is wandering homewards, led by an old man to shores. that don't exist, just emptiness remains
They say that God is great They say that God is love and I believe them Don?t fear the random fate I trust the hand of the Almighty and the infinite
Time marches on, mountains may turn to dust The world outside may crumble and fall This love that we share won't be touched by the hands of time It will
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart
Sister cries out from her baby bed Brother runs in, feathers on his head Mama's in her room learnin' how to sew Daddy's drinkin' beer, listenin' to the
I was told when I was young That anyone could change the world It wouldn't come by power or strength But through the ones who choose to love 'Cause everyone
Verse 1 Sister cries out, from her baby bed. Brother runs in with feathers on his head. Mama's in her room learnin how to sew. Daddy's drinkin beer
the autumn in your eyes the salty dark within your veins we walk the streets at night a searing spark inside our cage your light it burns so painful
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I never said you meant that much to me I cared a little but you wouldn't believe I never would pay what you want me to But now I can And make this quick
This is a war we live And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn And we're all wrapped up in fatigues And they wear us out, wear us out There is a storm
Stormtroopers outside every window - The night of the long knives. Jumping the Berlin Wall from windows - One hundred feet in the sky. A people split
The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah The ants go marching one by one, The little one stops
The trade's on, she drains emotion To drink from the breast of fortune Dreams have frozen, crystal in the morning Birth time rose, a thorn for coronation
Zehn schwere stiefel Ber grund blutgetrnkt Im gleichschritt marschieren Diese fnf krieger Es ist ihnen gleich Wie sehr ihre wunden Von feindlichen schwertern
Ten heavy feet walks the bloodsoiled ground With rhythm these five warriors march No matter how much the bleeding wounds From enemy sword cuts, hurts
Marching to Zion Come ye that love the Lord, and let your joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, Join in a song with sweet accord. And thus