their frozen world Come and be my lover If only for one stolen moment We will live forever, forever, yeah Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir
ashes Been taken by the wind Frozen seeds of sorrow Never to begin Join the celebration And everybody's got to get in line and We never justify The choir
in their frozen world, come and be my lover If only for one stolen moment, we will live forever Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir? But
kill the past to be alone at last he takes a step into the brain little there remaining dissolving in the frozen rain the voice is disengaging he hears chanting choirs
that passed are now centuries And forgotten seem the fallen ones But on lived the memories In the spirits of a battle sons Hear the choirs Is it the
animal? 'Cuz I bagged your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the goat, what I wrote 'cuz fire and smoke Think I started on the choir
bagged your's too One bad mooley, and you can get pants, schooly I'm the g.o.a.t., what I wrote cause fire and smoke Think I started on the choir singin
Plane comes down on the old runway Home again for a week I'll stay Hanging out like I used to do I hope to find some old friends I knew Hear the news
in their frozen world Come and be my lover If only for one stolen moment We will live forever Warm and lovely mystery, can you hear the choir? Voices
(Lyrics by Roma Ryan) Have you seen the mistletoe? It fills the night with kisses. Have you seen the bright new star? It fills your heart with wishes
are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle sons [Chorus:] Hear the choirs Is it the wind
t believe that it's true Until it happens to you, to you, to you 'Til that Sunday morning and you heard that callin' Gots to preach that sermon, choir
I bagged your's too One bad mooley, nigga you can't school me I'm the G.O.A.T., what I wrote cause fire and smoke Think I started on the choir singin
... The spinechilling sound of owls howling in the night Yes, they sang for me For me they chant, speaking in tongues Preaching for my restless soul Choirs
frozen and holy ground, the sounding from the swords and screams of angels echoes in the war-filled skies Ah... blood and screams- cries and agony Demons, I summon you. hear
abyss of Hel In the water cold I swim for the deathlike shore My blood is frozen and my mind is in a daze Through the pouring rain I can hear the grumbling
all the right dudes on the bridge When I get in, the captian seek Sorta liek James Kirk, but my name's Work-MATIC Here to adjust, the pros oppose to gettin froze