Holy God, we praise Thy Name Lord of all, we bow before Thee All on earth Thy scepter claim All in Heaven above adore Thee Infinite Thy vast domain
Praise him praise him Jesus our blessed redeemer Sing oh earth his wonderful love proclaim Hail him hail him highest archangels in glory Strength and
Remnants, From the ash arise the allegiance Martyr's unforgotten lives, immortal Heretics, gods of the Dawning time... Vindictive Praise this source
The evil being Thirsty of death Lurk in the emptiness Empire !!! Wait to receive An offering for yourself Which he will pay Which he will pay !!! Searching
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition And we'll all stay free Praise
I was born in the cold december I was born - and I still remember I was born and my eyes were swollen I was born and my future's stolen pinned alive whipped
I will love You, Lord always Not just for the things You've done for me And I will praise You all my days Not just for the change You've made in me But
First Verse: lord i will lift mine eyes to the hills knowning my help is coming from you Lord your peace you've given me,in the time of the storm Chorus
The mother of all that is evil Her lips are poisonous venom Wicked temptress knows how to please The priestess roars, "Get down on your knees" The rite
There's a song creation's singing And it sounds throughout the universe It's our longing for You, Jesus It's an anthem telling of Your worth Praise,
El tiempo nos dara la razon De Jah la bendicion Cantaremos hoy nuestra verdad Nuestra libertad whooy! Y en cada corazon esta la creacion La razon de
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You know it's Whitey and the Likwits I say it's Whitey and the Likwits You know it's Whitey and the Likwits Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo
Everybody praise the Lord, praise the Lord Every nation applaud His name Everybody praise the Lord, praise the Lord Every nation applaud His name For
If I were a drummer, I would use my cymbal If I were a writer, I would use a pencil I would use my voice, if I were a singer No matter who or what we
I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every Sunday evening Out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile
It was on one cold winter night When the wind blew across the wild moor When Mary came wandering home with her child Till she came to her own father's
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