When the warmth of the day becomes the night Who could sleep beneath a strange moonlight? No guiding star So far from home Walked the way o' promise
Awaken suffering souls of mine Embrace me with all your hearts Follow me to your new battlefield Make martyrs of all their kind Crush the weak, destroy
You and I are not alone The earth and sea are not your home Soon our eyes will see the truth Elimination offering the proof Underneath us as above us
Here in the darkness I feel you at night Knowing that your there makes everything right We have been waiting as time has gone by Were waiting for something
There was always the voice of an angel In the sweet lullaby of my dreams Who would sing me a song made in heaven That would awaken the music in me You
Sing to the Lord with all of your heart Sing of the glory that's due to His land Sing to the Lord with all of your soul Join all of Heaven and earth to
Our children's minds are poisoned with filth And our judges are afraid to cast that filth Into the fires of righteousness Children of darkness, children
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I'm staring at the wall Sick and tired of all Manic depression makes me small It makes me crawl I need some peace of mind The pressure makes me blind
Sing to the Lord with all of your heart Sing of the glory that's due to his name Sing to the Lord with all of your soul Join all of heaven and earth to
When the warmth of the day becomes the night Who could sleep beneath a strange moonlight? No guiding star So far from home Walked the way o' promise to
Here in the darkness I feel you at night Knowing that your there makes eveything right We have been waiting as time has gone by Were waiting for something
By the light of the moon dark thoughts rise up?they haunt my dreams while the wind carries their voices and screams over the land Awakened by sirens,
They're coming Begin to light we must ignite the creed to fight begin our night They're coming Wake up the dreamers we demand the need of rights In the
Mustakrakish, Mustakrakish. Now, we've never actually tried to awaken a troll before from a Finnish Necronomicon. So please bare with us. Here goes
I'm starting at the wall Sick and tired of all Manic depression makes me crawl It makes me small I need some peace of mind The pressure makes me blind
