death The dust was rising up in the sky, Dead bodies were lying on the ground, A deadly mass of fierce warriors fighting While the demons were prevailing On
on lonely graves Now in times of peace Rain falls on lonely graves Vast stone assemblies Symbolic sacrifice Known only unto your god Hold anguish over
hold on to the thrill So I hope you find your will to follow through What we invented I am now ending Hold on to who you love We have triumphed on
Dear God allow me to show gratitude For my fortunate eyes of truth Lord, how long shall the wicked, Lord, how long shall the wicked triumph on Earth
Buried deep under blood and skin A whisper a tempest is raging from within I hold my breath, bitter proud Afraid to scream fire in the middle of a crowd
the death inside... tear up, break up, fuck up! I got on a horse and I rode for days, but I did not know my name On Sorrow's pale horse, foaming with
Makes me wonder what they believe We're in between Sometimes it's just better to get on with it Sometimes Lord knows you gotta get off No use holding on
Some say it's destiny Whether triumph or tragedy But I believe we cast our nets out on the sea And nothing we gather comes for free I would have paid
Find A better excuse to spend money or time At a tupper-ware party, So, do be a smarty! Hold on to that dollar A little while longer For spending it
to see what gwine on in his magikal conjurance up of his little cauldrom of doom! now check it on out now Somewhere, over there, I can tell, I guess
into dead stop procrastination - gears spin fast on progression - oiled by the blood i shed everyday it breaks me down - everyday it pulls apart - and still - i hold on
s all, Mike. Michael: The next song we're gonna do is something from the new album. Randy: There's another. No, no, hold on, hold on. Got to be there
Swallowed into earth's dark womb And death has triumphed That's what they say But tried to hold him in the tomb The son of life Rose on the third day
faded far away Eyes now peeled on white-blinding stripe Gaining speed - harnessing the paved black path The will to remain - find the strength to carry on
a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread And his father on the other side of the world On
all soldiers If they fall, our young heros France will bear new ones Ready to join the fight against you Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors Bear or hold
lost In the triumph of the hour, in the bloody cause, lust, lust for power, yeah And all desire is satisfied but still the hunt goes on It's funny how
stream Where a mother holds her newborn And the child begins to dream And He dreams of hopes unspoken When the tears of man will cease And His mother holds