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Church Ancient History

so fragile, the ties are so true Lying in the nettles where the blossoms once grew So now you're asking what is this mystery And all these questions, ancient history

1] I was granted an audience in the devils base I sat by his throne and we talked for days he told me bout his ancient battles with arch angels He told

In peaceful silence she lies there and sleeps Dreaming of secrets concealed in the deeps Ohh, of our long forgotten history Those who are devoted to her

heart Underworld, where the evil side hides in the dark Churches built on holy spots, it's energy to ban Exposing truth, who is the church? Blackest

history. Those who are devoted to her know that she keeps In her pure soul the key To our identity. I will guard your ancient dreams Protect my

blackest heart Underworld, where the evil side hides in the dark Churches built on holy spots its energy to ban Exposing truth, who's the church? blackest

1] I was granted an audience in the devils base I sat by his throne and we talked for days he told me bout his ancient battles with arch angels He told

A waste of breath, a waste of energy Remember the church and for which it stands Lies to suppress what parades on it's lands History and knowledge have