To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb Be praise and honor and glory and power To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb Be praise and
blood runs black through heavens shell Declare the witches dance Nothing shall suffice The souls of Christ Drag him through the whores! Come on... Come on
any clues We won?t put up no more with those who try to make us clones We find ourselves in the blood of He who sits on the throne So, so lost I just
He's the one guy in school Who'll break every rule And finds someone else to blame i watch him walk With a girl on his arm See him seduce her with his
Holy, holy Lord God almighty Who sits on the throne of my heart (All day and nighty) All the brothers All the sisters If you love him let me hear you
The path of conformity With the mark of eternal damnation Fall on us and hide us from the face of him Who sits on the throne And from the wrath of the
the snow On the streets of despair the answer is simple A spoonful of mercy can set free the soul The drug king sits on his arrogant throne Away and
snow On the streets of despair The answer is simple A spoonful of mercy Can set free the soul The drug king sits On his arrogant throne Away and above
we come We come Now by Your grace we come To Him who sits on the throne And unto the Lamb To Him who sits on the throne And unto the Lamb Be blessing
now on the face of the one who no longer is by the feet of his god But sits high on his throne of gold The so-called king who came forth from the east
power were built They guarded 6 sacred heirlooms, protected by 6 seals They show the effigy of the God who sits on the big black throne I mesmerize
make my song Take flight. It's over now, the music Of the night!!! (Phantom sits on throne sits on part of his cloak, wraps the rest around him and
him the phony king of England A pox on the phony king of England! He sits alone on a giant throne Pretendin' he's the king A little tyke who's rather
To serve almighty Jesus who sits now on the throne His countenance like lightning, His clothing white as snow The guards shook in fear of Him, as dead
On Us And Hide Us From The Face Of Him Who Sits On The Throne And From The Wrath Of The Lamb For A Great Day Has Come And Who Can Stand?" (Part III
Falkland Islands war You head home and you're accosted by a youngster wearin' robes And wanting money for his God who sits upon a plastic throne You ignore him
chest expand Threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire Told him that he owed me and he showed me his hand's on fire We didn't shake on it He nodded
