Milk and honey Your lips are milk and honey oh oh Overflowing You get my juices going Sweet and tasty Your love is sweet and tasty oh oh Skin so creamy
time for spiritual business Shake it off We can't do this from no seat Gotta take it to the street Bring about our Father's work in this spiritual business
[Lyrics:Anubhav, Music:Vikas] On our way to our final destiny? We see our days closing soon? We search for reasons, To why we exist? Just couldn't find
This light that I see deep inside, songs from Walhalla they come Spiritual weaponry I'm tired, the end is close, one more night and my live is done Spiritual
Keeper of the Talisman of miraculous, virtues and powers Greedy alchemist with inhuman knowledge endowed Chosen initiate guardian of the unknown grialic
angels, their blood stains the golden streets Demonhordes, blaspheme the image of god Seven spirits dead, never to be seen again The spiritual strenght
When David saw that giant Laugh and spit upon God?s people A holy kind of anger took control And before he even knew it He was reaching for the armour
When bread and fishes are all you have All you have is all He asks of you When you give your all to Him then He does too Bread & Fishes can feed a multitude
Oh, the darker the night The brighter the morning I don?t want to complain like the Israelites in the wilderness The darker the night The brighter
Chorus: God wove the facts of history Into a spiritual tapestry He did it all to teach the ones who care But before you see it you must believe in Him
Es momento de accionar. El impulso de crecer, de creer, de no matar. Nada dejara de ser Como lo queremos ver, recorrer, y transformar. La mayor fuerza
Living just playing the game Lust for power lies within Killing is no longer a sin Striving for a mentall illness And slowly leaving reality Lost without
Open chords, open hearts We?re all the same, deep inside I?m so tired of seeing this Smile in vain, spit in spite We?re all two-faced, we all lie Dear
Hiding behind the thin veil of religious insecurity. Searching for answers where questions have no meaning. Petrified by seclusion, fear of uncertainty
saving fight so far away. The dreams of... Flight for... Pictures of destructed life Miracles of existence Chaos rules - burning fields Tears of sorrow - hate. Journey through the spiritual
Samvetslos irrar den ododa En ringdans i ett heligt spel Han ar sa fri som en fjattrad Och irrar den ledes led Nattsvart nalkas en gryning Olusten soker
[Verse 1] Damn Can I get a piece of bread? Without somebody in the street tryin to eat what I said I know I spread words like butter on toast Cause when
(Buju Banton): You don't have to be rich cause money is no objective But from it's good lovin we have it in stock hear wah happen... (oh yes) Wayne