world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope for
winners, we're all strong. The war at sea, is blood from me, The war at sea, is revenge for me. And today I'm filled with hope, honor and glory. Brave
burning world an eternal oath was reviealed. Blood had pour, no moore deaths will be healed. There is no salvation. Your life here has finished. No hope
and there in will be filled with jubilation The Lord's name will be proclaimed Arise, be our help Place my trust in your kindness It's a must hoping
Where the great ones tremble And your humankind becomes as one And then we will arise In our snow white shrouds Ohh, when we'll be as one Ohh, but until
On the night that I was married and in my marriage bed There came a bold sea captain and he stood at my bed head Saying ``arise, arise young wedded man
to obsession All these dying men Try to understand They all followed the sign It's the cycle's end There's no hope For a while From the ashes arise
begun And the only one will come It has been foretold By the visions of the old And the madness in their eyes Said his angel will arise That's what
arise right back up to the top you must hold on hold on hold on through cold nights long nights so sad so heavy you feel so forgotten and until the
Time wears out affections I hope to be missed Your presence on my wing Arise from my sickness My hopes, eclipsed by failures, by failures Dismal moments
to say goodbye I'm here and alive Unchained I will arise Embraced by the holy skies I will make them pray Never will I fade to grey I will search until
I'm an insomniac with a nose bleed You can ask Nosferatu bitch he knows me When I open my eyes I'm hoping everybody dies Missions with the comptons when the carnival arise
at night An empty feeling creeps within my soul I feel so lonely So I go, into the darkness of the night, all alone I want this peace until I find, someone
them quit and everything but . . . Aynsley?: A few holes in the Brothers . . . Don: Uh, with our new arrangement we really hope to do big things, you know? Like we hope
this stuff Wood shavings falling in my face, who could stand the smell of this place, how much more can I bear, I've broken through the last layer. Arise
the guardian they can see the wicked arise they would forget but they have to save their love raise your hands before the last hopes fall They have to
