upon thee and the power of the highest shall overshadow thee and which shall be born of thee shall be called the son of god Twinkie: (talk) we
our song shall rise to Thee Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty God in three persons, blessed Trinity Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide Thee
leave" Sing macabre songs an' we'll dance 'til dawn On all Hallows Eve Hallows Eve Saint Lucifer, hear me prayin' to thee On this eve of all saints
leave Sing macabre songs and we'll dance til dawn on all Hallows eve Hallows eve Saint lucifer hear me praying to thee On this eve of all saints High
Oh, little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth The
, sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day; But I like chicken 'cause I'm from the south, sing Polly-wolly-doodle all the day. Fare-thee well, Fare-thee well
let us adore Him O, come let us adore Him Christ the Lord Sing, choirs of Angels, O, sing in exultation O, sing all ye citizens of Heaven above Sing
makes I love Thee Lord Jesus, look down from the sky And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh Oh, what a sacred night, the stars are shinin' bright Angels sing
stars together Proclaim thy holy birth And praises sing to God the king And peace to men on earth Oh little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting
't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do By Saturday morning, I'll be singing
green will be stained forever And hate reigns all over the field They keep struggling on in anger Fiercely intense, outrageous, too blind to see And in pain they keep on singing We
when the battle is lost and the slain ones are chosen valkyries will guide us home We'll keep on weaving we're crushing through lines with our battering swords we
be my overthrow, So I'll stay at home for another season By the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow." "So it's fare thee well, love, another season, We
lullay Bye, bye, Thou Little Tiny Child Bye, bye, lullee lullay Sisters, too, how may we do For to preserve this day? This youngling for whom we sing
If you choose the ways of war Ashes to ashes and dust to dust My country 'tis of thee, in God we trust But how much longer will he shelter us While we
the spigot, Pour the beer and swig it, And gaudeamus igit-ur. Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost, We shall claim that we won them
hear you breathing just twice... ...tomorrow we die... The poem so neat so pure and weak Beloved by a breeze, singed through a tree ...shall I LOVE thee