face of man Blood in your lies again Enemy, the face of man Blood in your eyes again Again, again, again Is this the only path of glory? If so, then
on your mind again Chivalry, the face of man Blood in your lies again Enemy, the face of man Blood in your eyes, again Is this the only path of glory
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Blood on your mind again Chivalry, the face of man Blood in your lies again Enemy, the face of man Blood in your eyes, again Is this the only path of glory
rhyming Coolness eclipses the glory of God the father That's inherently wrong When the glory of our God gets buried in you're songs So the next time you be on stage Faith
(a?¦ Information to find out what is the truth) (The data don't compute we need more information to find out what is the truth) (We need more information
their greatness. Now let's consider the distress and agony of the paradox of faith: The tragic hero acts to gain fame and glory for himself. The knight of faith
its not A creature of sickness, on sight it should be shot With no pride in its past, or faith in its kind How many more will follow with their brainwashed
a path blacked by pain I'm waiting for battles to come When the moon is cold and pale And the forest whispers my name I'm cold but warmed by faith That
slaughter For His name they could die Though many there were believed in Him Still more were sure He lied But they'll fight the battle on Then one whose faith
could slaughter, for his name they could die Many there were believed in him, still more were sure he lied But they'll fight the battle on Then one whose faith
Something more graceful felt like leading you to war It sounds so distasteful, more than what you're fighting for More flights of stairs derailed, your
men No more times in glory No weakness can harm this earth again The earth was never meant for his glory It was meant for us and the Devil's path We
stars upon my doublet you have drawn May light my homeward path, but how, without me Wilt thou escape the fate thou tremblest on?" And in this way and more
be tryin' to rise/and I'm done with livin' gettin' drunk and high/I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by/
stars upon my doublet you have drawn May light my homeward path, but how, without me Wilt thou escape the fate thou tremblest on?? And in this way and more
