Valley's deep and the mountain's so high If you want to see God, you've got to move on the other side You stand up there with your head in the clouds
Their spirits soar on high They wing with birds that float on by Your love and mine Their spirits with the breeze That gently plays the summer leaves
Translation: The Barclay James Harvest. Hymn.
Translation: The Barclay James Harvest. Hymn For The Children.
Translation: James Harvest Barclay. Hymn.
here in silence? Drums and flags and trumpets playing Armies in the night are praying Hymns of hate to have their souls blessed For the morning's bloodshed harvest
only a darkned moon will be the witness in this night First hymnes are heard the invocation starts with love they call lord's presence is the harvest
Oh Darkness, I will give the throne onto him Of Darkness, I am harvesting the growth of my first spring Of Darkness, Through me you gave him the life
eve Obssessed risk : The need to see more trees Inaudible sounds, thou art drink from my veins Hash softness in my body Harvests the lust pegase Stillness
no ...doom my eve Obsessed risk: The need to see more trees Inaudible sounds, thou art drink from my veins Hash softness in my body Harvests the lust
they glisten through my feats. I hear the hymns of ancient walked, and let them reap an opus requiem. Touch the stars of my soul, and reap harvest of
Translation: The National Anthem of Holland. Few But Crazy Drop.
kill one is to murder all The mark on your brow is the sign I follow and bear Show me the secrets of seed, root and fruit To harvest from the tree of
Golden rye waits in the fields For the harvest coming up Man is waiting for sunise Bears crown to try on Wind bends rye spikes to the ground This time
the sorcerer of Vyrence And with my bone-carven demon pipe I enchant the song of wolves... Baleful... Haunting... Eldritch... Piping Hearken ~ the hymn
