So you say you have all authority to rule our lives? Well your wrong we're bought by the blood of Jesus Christ! Constant pressure hitting us everyday
hope or dread Sheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swan We hunt your face and long to trust That your hid mouth will say again let there be light A clear new day
is my hymn for a new age Rewrite the book on a fresh page If I'm to find God and be saved I need a hymn for a new age We need a hymn for a new age The
your gashes, show me your gashes This field is the best that a fielder could wish for But real ale is not a new cure for cancer Run over your friends
Put their trust in You Many will see You and fear You Lord Put their trust in You Sing a new song Sing a new song Sing a new song Sing a new song
in amongst the beautiful morning veil of white light in a moments passing when we were both so young in-between the empty spaces of the unseen, unspoken
hope or dread, sheepdog, jackal, rattler, swan. We hunt your face and long to trust that your hid mouth will say again let there be light, a clear new
We have left our lives, we have left our land, We have left behind all we understand, Now we must cry out, yes we must demand -- Let my children live
Let our children live in a holey land... We have left our lives, we have left our land, We have left behind all we understand, Now we must cry out, yes
new age (We need a hymn for a new age) The invader's arrived now here comes the war Satan keeps knocking at my door Time has come for a new crusade
अनुबाद: Dogwood. नई स्कूल भजन.
अनुबाद: हेफनर. शराब के लिए भजन (नया संस्करण).
अनुबाद: टेलर, जेम्स. नई भजन.
: [Lyrics & Music - David DeFeis] Lords Of Light, Cold Lords Of Darkness Behold The Power I Now Pass Over My Son This Steele Is Life And Death And Spirit
: [Lyrics : David DeFeis, Music: David DeFeis - Edward Pursino] Saturday Night It's All Right Hold On Tight, Let's Go!!! Saturday Night It's All Right
: [Lyrics : David DeFeis, Music: David DeFeis - Edward Pursino] There's A Place Of Gold Not Far Away It's Across The Sky, Land Of Mist And Ice I Will
sky father Fly to the gods: Few mortals have flown on wings Fierce idols drive blood son Through black heavens So how shall I dream? I'll weave a new