VERSE; DEAR ALMIGHTY FATHER The great awesome God Our consular, our friend We call upon you to listen And hear our prayer We will listen with open
ignore the fear Watching the ice crash down Our father's justice gets closer How could you screw us all over Rape, steal and murder God bless the almighty dollar, the almighty
, God Almighty Early in the morning we will sing You are Holy, Holy, we bow down before Thee All Your children love to sing Your name God Almighty, God Almighty
against almighty moon Wake up, wake up You made your last mistake The world can be so cruel I won't abide the tide of your almighty moon My old almighty
we (la-la-la hey!) take lust almighty (la-la-la hey!) and the sex between your legs (la-la-la hey!) twist in the dance now (la-la-la hey!) we (la-la-la
'm Almighty Malachi, the bowling god. The smell of rosin gets my high, kiss those motherfuckin' pins goodbye! I'm Almighty Malachi, the bowling... bowling... Not a single man will try to beat Almighty
Almighty Praise Of The Almighty In Awe I Gaze At Pure Perfection Wandering Through The Haze Of The Blackened Skies Praise Of The Almighty Praise Of The Almighty
', the more you be hustlin' the more you strugglin' Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here And it feels so good to be here I said, "Good God Almighty
're my everything God almighty God almighty (Chorus) None compares to You None compares to You There is none like You Holy, holy God almighty (Pre-
I got your love, you got my mind Can take my hands, but you won?t take my life Don?t waste my time, bring me your love Bring me your love, baby, you can
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Lashed to your knees by a serpents tongue forced to eat the lies Jehovah. messiah. the bloodstained sword shall crush your heart the wild blood of a beast
gathered are they, the wolves from the north and the tribes of the underworld hordes heathen men from pagan wastelands joined with them have they the
darkness entombs us, as we watch the mountains before waiting for the silent wind to bring us the sign of the ancient horn the bells shall chime as the
brave sons of the pagan age raises by the summoning of a wind from the past silently watching the valleys below as the northern light crosses the sky
