been So where have you been And if you'd lead I blindly follow Down an empty street I'd lose my shadow I'm the sand in your hand Watch me fall straight
light and air Exploding words ours to share Ours to share the beautiful is not chosen Ours to share the chosen becomes beautiful Ours to share the beautiful
Man alone, born of stone Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe Until the winds
Man alone; born of stone; Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul; Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe Until the winds
word will still be ours Loverman Oh, my Loverman Yeah What if I just go flying away? What would you say? Would you steal me from the cold? Would you lead me to my soul
people get a soul Ony those in love would know What a town without pity can do... If we stop to gaze upon a star People talk about how "bad" we are Ours
will come, looking for us if we wrong some one. Freedom, is ours to hold. It's just a struggle in your mind, to keep your soul, keep your soul.
But it was finished all along Now we can hold our hears up high And say that it was worth the climb The struggle for our very soul The struggle was not ours
me tonight? Tonight we're falling like the stars When ever we fade, where ever we are I spend my last flare up on you Until these dreams of ours come
it was that very night His lover did return To his arms and to their bed Together they did turn In deepest love and lust for life Entwined they did fall
to darkness praise the beast revenge is ours arena of hatred, torment and bliss blasphemous sinister feast heretics screaming in bestial lust terror strikes and victims fall
Look at the picture that's painted Tainted as the mind who's blinded to the point Where Sodomites get all the rights We fall for fights with fistcuffs
wide across the land, the victory is ours On towards the gates of reason Fight for the truth and the freedom, Gloria Cry out for the fallen heroes,
rising my mind is falling my soul is burning sweet salvation The flames are licking at my shanks pain screams through my mortal body there's my tortured soul
soul/there's my evil spirit Fanatic greeds stands in their eyes/as my body turns to ashes/and my soul is free/the evil spirit is now ours
our grand army is dressed in rags A frozen starving beggar band Like rats we steal each other's scraps Fall to fighting hand to hand Save my soul from
been gifted like Jesus in His manger Won't you shout Hallelujah! Here comes your music savior? From your heart to your mind, your spirits to your souls