Lyrics:
Church Ancient History

so fragile, the ties are so true Lying in the nettles where the blossoms once grew So now you're asking what is this mystery And all these questions, ancient history

hour of restoration is now upon us We measure the time all history to the present the Magna carta Trust of the ancient living. City of london have all

he wishes that he had As he sees that this old lonely man Could be they the only hope they have The Carnival has been here many times Its history is

1] I was granted an audience in the devils base I sat by his throne and we talked for days he told me bout his ancient battles with arch angels He told

he wishes that he had As he sees that this old lonely man Could be they the only hope they have The Carnival has been here many times Its history is

1] I was granted an audience in the devils base I sat by his throne and we talked for days he told me bout his ancient battles with arch angels He told

1] I was granted an audience in the devils base I sat by his throne and we talked for days he told me bout his ancient battles with arch angels He told

A waste of breath, a waste of energy Remember the church and for which it stands Lies to suppress what parades on it's lands History and knowledge have