I'd recognize that song anywhere, Equal parts of hope and despair, You can't believe, But it's history, You can't decide, You can't pick sides, no He
Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding
Come to the church by the wildwood Oh, come to the church in the vale No spot is so dear to my childhood As the little brown church in the vale How
(Brent Baxter/Erin Enderlin) You left your Bible on the dresser So I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
Puisqu'il nous faut etre parfait Ne jamais montrer ses failles Puisqu'il nous faut garder secretes Ces douleurs qui nous entaillent Partout des icones
The pulpits standing empty, the congregations left Because to qualify for piety they had to pass a test [Q:] How much "roughly" is your god worth to
[feat. Letzte Instanz] [Instrumental]
Welcome to MY church I AM omnipotent! Jesusatan, what tha?fuck? I don?t need it in my life All I want, I conquest All of you, do your best! Don
Forget the politics and all the hypocrites You know the body's sick from religion, indecision, mediocrity You think you're too young You say you're
We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best I'll put on mine We're gonna make it to the
Words and music by Ben Harper We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best I'll put on
True necrofuck Satan occultic The night has become to burn Might inferno danse macabre Scars of worshipping true evil bleed again The night is here,
ihnen ihr taglich Brot Du hangst an ihren Lippen Und Du glaubst, da? Du sie brauchst Dann klammer Dich an sie Bis Du verfaulst Ich schei?e auf die Kirche
I would often go there To the tiny church there The smallest church in Sussex Though it once was larger How the rill may rest there Down through the
With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do all the things in our minds with exacto knives and bings that will make you write all
Words i'd love to say to you but what to say if you can't be mine you're counting the minutes time has never been on my side too young and too pretty
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing (Thanks to Magdalena for these lyrics)
"Might of mountains, free Blowing through the trees Rolling down the valleys Ten thousand years Church Of Real Metal! The rite of being free Setting