m your beloved Your creation And you love me as I am You call me chosen For your kingdom Unashamed to call me your own Cause I'm your beloved Lord it
beloved wife lay dead. He hunted o'er the moors by day with the falcon that was his pride entrusted to an orphan boy that e'er was by his side. And when
Down by the well There I shall meet Thee An orchid in your hair The well near the olive tree And our sole place to meet Alas only brief Our patriarchs
understand I'm just a man, not the univeral architect We tread the face of this heavenly place, and show respect Tokyo, raise your hands, where you at? Osaka, raise your
listen Razah Priest and Obadiah A new dimension choose your henchmen It's crucial business salute attention to the roots and lineage [Chorus x2] [Hell Razah:] We surrounded by
take trips weekly Dwell by the havens, fed by a raven Ate from the beak of eagles, sat with Hebrews Broke bread with the holy people Bit from the tree
ran on your parade make you exchange at the word trade Dig son, your whole couldn't add up to my half I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math Blast to your
trees around me Don`t know what`s passing me by Why now? It`s time to say farewell Leaves fall from the dying tree again Emotions brought to life By
loose In a tree of wisdom they put a noose Chaos I Breath it's my last sigh I'll hang this child into tree of life [Lyrics by Jan Kuhanen]
call me what you will your master, your whore. Call me brother, color me red and the sun stone grey. When I'm standing by your side tell me your story
[Qwell:] Rain shine, was fate denied by state time Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs Remember chickens spittin' game at you I'm prayin'
blood its stuff about the blood its stuff about the blood of Jesus and wash away your sins and wash your mind and wash your heart and wash your life
take trips weekly Dwell by the havens, fed by a raven Ate from the beak of eagles, sat with hebrews Broke bread with the holy people Bit from the tree
roll of the dice hear you breathing just twice... ...tomorrow we die... The poem so neat so pure and weak Beloved by a breeze, singed through a tree
born beloved you Kindness always Kindness always I hear the sound The sound she's left me I stood her ground no They've swayed me Wrapped tight inside your
smart play by the legendary Champion. He approaches the ball.. let?s watch. Champion: Take a swing at the ball hitting the tree route in the process
the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at the trees that you built swings on and killed under and dreamt under With your beloved