a wave of sorrow? Wave, wave of sorrow Where now the holy cities? Where are the ancient holy scrolls? Where now Emperor Menelek and Queen of Sheba's gold? You, my bride
craves for the grasp of his touch in love with the spirit of death she is destined to dance at the tombs of the dead in love with the spirit of death
will cry, the night,.. my bride Darkness my bride, a wild heart of the unlight I shall bleed for thee, for death is my lust Darkness my bride...
shake the heavens and fill your house with glory Turn the shame of the outcast into praise Now all creation groans and waits for the Spirit and Bride
blows. MME. THENARDIER You've got cash and a heart You could give us a bit of a start! We can prove, plain as ink Your bride's father is not what you
Chorus We are a cathedral made of people In a Kingdom that the eyes can see We're a house, we are the bride Where God's Spirit lives inside and nothing
light unfolds its glory How it calls me on through the night Pinnacles of gold, towers of the silver bright And the soul of city calls, Come, be my bride
bride of lucifer my mistress in thin black dress you are the bride of lucifer bride of the prince of darkness you are the bride of lucifer you are the
cruellest waking fear From the rages of the weightless sleep. "Who will catch him falling?" called the wind, "I will claim him," volunteered the grave, "Marry me forever," cried the bride
he stops one of three Mesmerizes one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea And the music plays on, and the bride passes
, sex I think there is a union between the flesh and the spirit Sex and the church, sex and the church All religions' mother Give me the freedom of spirit
dirt road [Verse 2] Blood chills and spills just like a liquid and theree's somethin in the air that don't quite right a red head dead bride floats by
eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences Now I'll attend the wedding of the open SORE AND festering Now when the groom presents the ring The bride
of God Waiting for His bride Where Jesus sits beside the throne of God Waiting for His bride Where Jesus sits beside the throne of God Waiting for His bride
tombs, wherever they crept or slithered upon the earth, and wreak my honed steel revenge ceaselessly unto my own grave. Such was my vow! Aye, this bride
want to relate, but by His power I will say (Dog the Nine) (Dog the Nine) The picture of what he wants to portrait wants me by Hid Spirit to associate
they Say, they Say They Say, they Say, they Say Looking at the ceiling when she saw the sky Saw a door open the light burned her eyes Spirit moved through
and their cosmic christ Spin doctors liberating giving life Authenticity judges the politically correct Denominational axe grinds the spirit from the