You Aint Notice My Potential Fuck Yall Rappers And Your Self-Proclaimed Status I Can Only See Green Now I Happy Saint Pattys Ya I Know Your Waiting On The Last Quote Check The Sound
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair When the saved of earth shall gather
When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound And time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair When the saved diverse shall gather
my brow he'll place a crown And the trumpets all shall sound upon my soul Upon my soul Upon my free and joyous soul And the trumpets all shall sound
terrible swift sword His truth is marching on Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah His truth is marching on He has sounded for the trumpet that shall
loved ones and friends will be gathered around Some faces are missed, they have gone home to heaven They will be there with Jesus till the trumpet shall sound
meet Him Can?t wait to see Him When He cracks the sky Can?t wait to hold Him By His touch I will know Him Together, Jesus and I The trumpet shall sound
great church of God She is spreading her wings for a journey That she's going to meet by and by When the trumpet shall sound in the morning She will
were stinging After our assassin's work was done The bells and hands were only there for the wringing And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king The trumpet sound
But the judgment falls on all mankind When the trumpet sounds the call All equal and the same When the Lord, He calls your name Get ready, brother For
seal it Sick ven-a-nicious, sound of seven trumpets Those, synagogs of satan will fall down at my feet, knowing not to waken I'm comin' soon for them,
And I thanked The holy one For loving my soul With all his might I'm so in love With you For your love is pure, and it shall endure I'll ride on your
the sound of the trumpets of glory Forever to conquer or die Hear me heathens and wizards and serpents of sin All your dastardly doings are past For
fear not hate, for it is our friend We fear not your gods, for they have no power And we fear not you, for you shall die! Barbarossa awakes, his knights
sound of a lonely trumpet calling And countless birdlike carrions falls reeking from above Embedded in a red glow telling of... A burning dawn! For
men I await dem day of Atonement come When dem shall see da Armageddon Is no joke fe me I await dem sittin' pun de riddim and prophesy All me wan fe do is testify, Watchin' every knee shall
purses Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win Oh, the trumpet it did sound, and they
