are flowing Through the waves of a whispering wind Time to lead my soul way back to the very beginning Through the eyes of God I discover Things I can
Превод: Визија Света. Кроз очима бога.
looks him in the eyes and asks 'hows your faith these days?' I strive for betterment, he replies in tones with sentiment 'But I lost all faith in this God
of potence He might be able to drown the portion of his mind Which is trapped in the infinite hoard Of his 1972 through '74 tour through the flames of
more question then I'll drop it Just tell me what's the difference between a psychic and a prophet? (well) A prophet gets the word of God through the
My chronological line Was designed by the divine At times my minds vision Was found to be blind Sometimes I felt like I lived life with eyes sown up
my heart irks for the hell Look into the eyes of a *nigga* who fell" ----- Buckshot "The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell Look into the eyes
In a Bowl of Germs Pictures of fields without fences... Shangri La... and Jesus, Jesus in a bowl of germs (don't get scared dad...) after all god loves
The malignant curse divine Floats within you all And the bonds are burning Along with His eyes Forever to brand the heart of god Forever... spearing
descend into the pyre Monolithic angel Unveil your king to this planet disabled Mummify the cosmos With the vision of divinity yeah! Electric vulture flying high Through
And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian, Anger And Death's tunnel vision Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged
, dancing in a spotlit waltz Through a shadowed dimension Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine
when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is glorifying? Prophecies
god-like, created in a lab, high-priced, perfect, flawless, fall to your knees, your mind is fucking raped, the domination breed, the perfect god damned
child was born, but no one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the skies of life-divine or... Another sky is young...
