Oh, Most High, I give glory to Thee Oh, Most High, I adore Thee Completely, all the time I will praise Thee, oh, Lord With my whole heart, oh, Lord I
Oh Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder Thy power throughout
Jesus, bright as the morning star Jesus, how can I tell You How beautiful You are to me Jesus, song that the angels sing Jesus, dearer to my heart than
We thirst for You, we search for You In a dry and barren land we're longing for Your hand To guide us to a place where You can cleanse us with Your rain
We come to Your throne with weeping We come to Your throne with sorrow and shame We come to Your throne with weeping We come We come to Your throne with
Fill this void and emptiness Shine Your light on my darkness Satisfy and restore my hand I long for You, make me whole Come quench this thirsting, Lord
these delusive hills where gales ensnare a paralyzed sun: "In sombre distress he's entering the hall just to find Her Orphaned Throne!" Broken and desperate before Her Orphaned Throne
Kid: Bless me father for I have sinned, (speaks latin) Father: Yeah, that's the one. Do you realized what you've just said? Kid: It was only once father
king I gifted you the mortal world To rule the lands and do as you please And now you impious earth worm You dare to claim your father's throne? I am
gifted you the mortal world To rule the lands and do as you please And now you impious earth worm You dare to claim your father's throne? I am the Dragon
Beyond the mountains of madness Crossing the river Acheron Lies the crimson battlefield Where Father and son will cross their blades On a flaming bat-
entrance To the seven gates of hell A paradise in flames The bleeding of heaven Visions of ruling demons Upon the throne of souls possessed [Lead:
Randal told The king began a terror reign, taught his people feel pain They never knew that he was prone to the power behind the throne [Pre-Chorus] [
's a baller He sits on the Latin Throne He sits on the He's a hustler He's a baller Second Verse [SPM]: Latin Throne I got scars jumpin' metal gates
Before the throne of God above I have a strong and perfect plea A great high Priest whose name is Love Who ever lives and pleads for me My name is graven
(Lyrics by Satyr) Feel the burning flame as the sun in the desert sand Sense tghe grief as the knives of torment Shreds your soul Behold the harvest storm
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From the Abode of Demons; A Wing of the Pentagram, Comes the Juice that Painted My Heart and My Soul Swept in Black they are Swept in Black I am From