your own number men will arise and distort the truth in order to draw away disciples after them. So be on your guard. We are not the wolves at the gate
: Tonight my son, be still and sleep while storms are crashing On this deep we drop the anchor with the hope This vessel holds us still Oh Great Captain
: Check my pulse, am I still breathing? Will You grasp my wrist and hold it dear to You heart? To see if I am beating for You and only You my Father
do not fear the world's fire for it (only) burns for a moment And though it sears my skin I rest for it shall relent With the world at your feet and
: Death awaits us all as we walk this path Though different endings, in His light or in His wrath We never know what awaits For every loved one lost
: Oh the depths of riches, like the water that fills the earth The knowledge of my Creator who gives me worth And though I crave to know all of the patterns
Check my pulse, am I still breathing? Will You grasp my wrist and hold it dear to You heart? To see if I am beating for You and only You my Father How
Death awaits us all as we walk this path Though different endings, in His light or in His wrath We never know what awaits For every loved one lost I
Oh the depths of riches, like the water that fills the earth The knowledge of my Creator who gives me worth And though I crave to know all of the patterns
I do not fear the world's fire for it (only) burns for a moment And though it sears my skin I rest for it shall relent With the world at your feet and
Tonight my son, be still and sleep while storms are crashing On this deep we drop the anchor with the hope This vessel holds us still Oh Great Captain
complain so far Designer clothes, expensive caviar And gated homes to keep the wolves at bay Tinted glass to hide my guilt and shame Neon signs and vagrants at
see your children; yeah, they're lighting up the skies. Won't recognize them any more. Ooh, mama, see the firelight. Ooh, we're comin' out tonight. Wolves at
black with stars, lighting bugs kept within jars, Sand moves quickly through the hour glass, Wings spread, we can all fly at last, Everybody come
at home defrosting his refrigerator. The Wolf walked around the tree so many times that he made a small trench. Meanwhile, Peter was standing behind the closed gate
playin' A'salaam a something' or another "Wait isn't Juanita your mother?" "I told you I know you, now grant me a moment" At the gates of Atlantis we
Hunger, the word of wolves Rhythms collapse against closed doors Hearts frozen in time Blood stains our sight The red in the sky is ours Hunger, soulrot
