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It was the year 1095 in the heart of France Summoned by the Papal Decree to the Holy Land "Drive out the Infadel from the Realm of Promise!" "Destroy
drawn into a fascinating world: history, religion, cross-cultural fertilization... From the more familiar turf of the west coast of Ireland, through the troubadours of France
Verse 1: Was Christ really buried-is there a chance That He really married Mary and fled over to France Did they really find His bones with a fine tooth
jour les abrutis s?instruisent, Perche sur ma plume, j?attends c? moment observe ce bordel De petites flammes montees au ciel, pour elle j?ai saigne ce gospel
a free throw Yes this negro, is rather lethal You about as lethal, as a mojito Be my amigo, eat my burrito You a fuckin seagull, up in Francisco I'm
we get we go to Atlanta and open with our music bro and you should see how many thugs love a Gospel show hitting cats in Iraq from France to India doesn