you're walking down the street just yesterday. a kid tells you about God you say, "no way". he tells you hell, you kick him in the gut. well are you pretty tough since you.
we've gotta move on. just livin' our lives for Jesus Christ. I know it's hard to be strong. but just have faith. he'll keep us in the fight. . and he.
The Hound of Culann, The Hound of Ulster,. He is of the otherworld,. His father is God Lugh Lamheada,. His mother Dectire is mortal.. . Culann the smith was holding a feast,.
[Music: KF, JF Words: KF]. . In a time of myth and magic,. lived a man of timeless power,. Lir was his name,. but his temper had turned sour.. He would not be king of the land,.
On the ground he lays,. His lifeblood drains from him,. The battle has been fought,. And the fighting now stopped.. He scans the battlefield,. Oh the bloodshed he can see,.
Your crimson lies. Betrayal of his trust. Don't walk through me. When reality becomes too much. The end runs through my veins. The perfect storm arrives.
Proud, narcisstic mask. Your eyes show the heart of a coward. Your vanity will be your demise. Frailty will concede your ruin. Cruel, villainous acts.
Back off - I was in the lines. where they say you can't come,. back from the dead again. Who lies? Some many times. I can't count on one hand. cause they cut it from the inside.
Take your hands. Put them in the water. And begin to bless yourself. . The water's red. The cross is burning again. . You're fading, concentrate. You'll see get closer.
It is from the order of succession in nature. And not from the ever-lasting endurance of her works. That we may expect the reign of perpetual activity.
Losing, living, losing grip. Feeling, taking, feel like shit. I came here with nothing. But leaving now means leaving everything behind. . I've pushed you farther than you'd go.
20 hours, 96 days, 3 years. We were like fire. And burnt in a rush. . My eyes are open. And I know that I will die. My eyes are open now. I know one day you will, too.
When a prophet says something. in the name of the LORD. And that thing does not come to pass. That thing has been spoken presumptuously. And is not of the LORD - do not be afraid.
The red blood of a king, poured upon the ground. A crown of thorns, wedged into his skull. The weight and burden of sin, too heavy for a man to hold. Sliced into pieces, death upon a wooden cross.
Corruption of the flesh. Bound by Satan's, impure mess. To live in sin, is to die. And in the flesh, don't comply. To live is to die to self. The relinquished shall rise.
Embodied into this world. Satan's curse upon your head. The age of discernment seals. Your fates final end. Living in the unconscious realm. Not hearing CHRIST knock.
I can see all there is to see. but I'm blind to my fate,. to what may come.. I think I'm awake. but stealing upon me. like the frost in the night. I neither see nor notice the moment when it comes.
God whispered out to me from outer space. His voice echoed then disappeared without a trace.... . Beyond the light of the sun.... Beyond the Edge of forever....
I have the power to bend time and space. I stare into you but you don't see my face. . Sacrifice the father. Scold the one who sins. Paralyze the daughter.