Traduction: Les chrétiens. Recherchez une seule fois.
(John Mason Neale, 19th century) Good Christian men, rejoice With heart and soul and voice; Give ye heed to what we say: News! News! Jesus Christ is
Du fuhrst im Kafer nach Paris, ich im Trabbi an den Balaton. Wir glaubten, hinter'm Horizont geht's immer weiter. Wir rauchten Karo und F6, ihr den Duft
Deceived by my eyes, and all I was told I should see, Opinion's not mine, the person they taught me to be, one night in the dark, a vision of someone
! Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno, ha ha ha! Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian's Inferno Whoa! Christian
Down here I'm talked about Lied upon, deceived a lot But I'm willing, oh, so willing A cross to bear One day I'm gonna walk about See the sun Talk about
From old Rome they come a-riding On a song with armour shining Christian sons with hearts of anger Bring the book, the cross, the chancre Hallelujah,
Anti-Christian warfare, reign supreme Blaze in the house of lord Their crosses and statues, destroyed to pieces Priests hanged in trees Crucifixes shoved
Behold bastard son I am the evil one No glory to be reached No more thy slavery The passions I besieged Spawn terror smash thy will Ye pale dominion
The medieval exorcists Used a 20 gallon brass syringe A 20 gallon brass syringe Filled with holy water Now, now A 20 gallon brass syringe Filled with
R. Williams A widow dreams of her fallen angel The broken branch, an empty manger A widow dreams of her life with the savior Falls to her kneew and begs
R. Williams The true revolution is in mind Remember that and all else shines Tertoma, dying with the host Our food for thought will feed the starving
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R. Williams Soft blood dances clothed in sunlight Guide to the labyrinth, night of sin Voice of the serpent draped with diamonds Hour of the wolf is drawing
R. Williams I have etched the scrolls into my skin The hangman's noose, 13 lies which cross the barrier/burial There is a sin not yet commited O, he of
R. Williams good-bye dreamer, insane stranger on the shore There is no one left here, not a soul Aid the confusion, expecting nothing Not a soul O, Mother
R.Williams/Paris After murder, we encounter the great mystery That which surpasses the human experience, the human disease Directly before, a moment or
Let him kiss me with the virgins love thee Look not upon me because I am black. I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys As the lily among
