become a newlywed to the true bread of life and fed God Degree of light to my head It's been said, the fool who sleep is already dead, so I stay awake
my all in, 'til my sky falls an' Crush my head, I'm dead when I write y'all Believin it now, my God's not oblivion My God is the omnipresent being in
with a cross Children of your lord Semen peppers their faces We seek to distort Our kingdom shall come Rise! The dead burst forth from ancient tombs
desert Thou hast bled for the fallen idols from beyond prevailing stregth hath made Thee greater than the god... from amongst the million dead angels
sister wont sleep right tonight now I suppose the pretty horses in fours could love more but I'm exhausted by the scope of this dark god on opiates breakfast
know the ancient lore, God will strike me down--to Hell; forever-more... Into the burial shroud, ignore love and peace... With
we are forsaken By an ancient God whose anger has overtaken His sense of pride his promise for the chosen! We can not hide the monster you have awakened We love
s in a hospital bed But he'll never be better He's already dead I'm ten miles outside the city And I'm lifted away In an ancient light That is not of
[Sample:] "Cycles of time; it is ubiquitous it goes all over the place It's ancient, it's one of the most ancient symbols there are And this is an interpretation
Given Up, Untold Through Time, Ansestors Of The Falsity Above, Like Ancient Candles Burning Air That We Adore, The Love, Has Depleted, The God, Now Unseated
, to the other side, faith in god atlas has died. Aged and faded, Christianity, dying down in it?s disease, Heaven hated, never know his love, leave you
us, attracted by blood, hating the world for its love of a god, anciently ordered a soldier for death, stomping on Christians and raising the dead. Christian
Who, no three weeks ago Was flogged red to euphoria For her dour love of God And the ardour of his crows Cold cloisters kept the dead apart At the Retreat
hours dead In Her control Thus menopaused Her clock of hacked out cunts Began to toll "Thirteen chimes of ancient strain I conjure forth with dirge
a-down, Hey! Down-a-down, She was dead herself, ere evening time, with a down God send every gentlemen Fine hawks, fine hounds and such a loved one With
(sup yall!) They want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part The sun rose over a body bag shortage Last week I was like 'god bless the saint that
television, all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy, murder scape and perspective fuck a sore channel changed digit I sit with a nasty network intervenes
?) Every time right before we shower and pray (HA!) You damn right the AK, symbolizes Jihad But a holy war, is a conversation with God You bitch niggaz