I only knew what I was heading for, But I don't have a place to roam And then I heard the voices calling Across the sky in flames I could hear them
Wandering endlessly in solitude A vision guides. A vision of wisdom and magic. Fear reigns in his heart. His cursed soul yearns for an end. A veils lays
symphony - a rhapsody in black". Their choir enchants me as I am being lifted. High on the bloodstained wings - they guide me. The earth and sky is no
are frightened, You'd be frightened too, Because a great light suddenly shines in the sky! Even the animals are hushed and still, But then you hear the voice
the Christ-child! The First Christmas! Oh! Come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord! Adapted by John A. Richards with Musical Arrangement by Mitchell Ayres Recorded by
guiding me And wondering where this path will lead In a dream I'm lost and Floating through the atmosphere Searchig for significance against Infinity eternity I've been taken by
the cloak of silver dreaming Drain the poison cup or race the sky Smile on the sun, you are the Savior Justice is not matricide The voice as weapon The voice
two. It was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was killed by
was my 14th birthday, the day that changed my life forever. My brother Michael, the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was killed by
are, The phoenix will guide us, Freedom will rise once again. Solos!! Save us tonight, the last hope for all of us, Light-years gone by, we're still
king will rise Our swords will shine with honour Hatred fills the sky Hatred fills the sky... With the north star to guide us we ride on the sky Blazing
clean shirt, I was completely off-guard When Laundry Girl, you kissed me hard [SOLO] Beneath that stormy morning sky, those corny joggers jogging by
Drain the Poison Cup or Race the Sky Smile on the Sun, you are the Savior Justice is not Matricide! [APOLLO & SLAVE WOMEN:] THE VOICE AS WEAPON, THE VOICE
on the road it's a beautiful day, Pick up all the friends you can find on your way, And if you lose direction they'll be there guiding you on, Guiding you, guiding
how everything can now be changed by light, hoist into the sky the tomorrow in which I trust a vortex of guiding thorns, Impregnable, I'm sure that the
Running away from it all "I'll be safe in the cornfields", he thinks Hunted by his own, Again he feels the moon rising on the sky Find a barn which