Father's throne, make all my wants and wishes known! In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, and oft escaped the tempters snare, By thy return
that'll leave your soul paralyzed Yo, I respect that you be G in, in It's the return of MC in, in Yo, thank God for the season, on And don't be tryin
wishes known In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By Thy return sweet hour of prayer Sweet
father's throne Makes all my wants and wishes known In seasons of distress and grief My soul has often found relief And oft escaped the tempter's snare By Thy return
four season apparel stand guard double a triscar Bi-charred inferno by far the weapon used to spar Too many SQUADS to boil my temper's soul Console my
of cascading lies. Boundaries- In Confines of Human Flesh Elation- Sanctify the act of death Exalted Corpses falling endlessly Seasons Cycle and return
my soul I will nevermore see scarlet leaves the feeble eyes of my soul now they are closed I will never return Oh, mylord, now that you've returned
are powerless here I am the new Christ Silence yourself Nunquam Give back the sun Pityful one Pity me not Souls will mourn In this unending season
am the new Christ Silence yourself Nunquam You are powerless here Pitiful one, pity me not Give back the sun Souls will mourn In this unending season
They all congratulate themselves But nothing have they done Their vessels lined up on the shelves But empty every one The point of no return The closing
of mind Where all our laws are nothing at all Maybe to dwell forgotten maybe once to return... (the young one) Dark are thy eyes and dark are soul of
Sitting here and wondering, watching the seasons going by Each new answer just brings ten new questions My eyes have finally opened Armored human wrecks
With every sympathy worn away Who can I return to now? For the time that I have left I scan that cold horizon Searching for a kindred soul, Someone to
birth And I came down to rock the earth My mission condition I give you, you listen I'm syncing in time in parallel In binary, no third return I'm planning
past my heart will stay In a time so far away from me I'll return someday Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder Seasons will change, the
though we are free of its chains For I am not as once I was I yearn to search and watch return Meeting shadows, seasons tare As once they roamed without
... The night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures Sounds that I can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding