dust storm blows And lush black swamps where mandrake grows We're marching laughing to the drum Waiting for those kings to come And kings will come
In a holy war from these shores Where lands are hot and dry Nations forged by Gods own hand These kingdoms in the sand A billion dollars everyday The
believe in freedom, you've seen the shape I'm in, Never mind the limits, the values come astray Trust upon the only thing, that matters today.... It's true, the church
[D. Wayne / K. Vanderhoof] In a holy war from these shores Where lands are hot and dry Nations forged by gods own hand These kingdoms in the sand
Tercüme: Kilise. Kralları.
Tercüme: Metal Church. Kum Kings.
All creatures of our God and King Lift up your voice and with us sing Alleluia, Alleluia Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice Ye lights of evening, find
don't really give a f-ck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask
Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card Monte Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king
called "Kid Blast." Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue. Joey, Joey, King
to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the king
street People gather around put a dollar in the can Ay wey, que onda? tj cowboys hang around Sleeping on the side walk with a burger king Crown never
too, how may we do, For to preserve this day, This poor young ling, for whom we do sing, By,by, lully,lullay? Herod the king in his raging, Charged
O sisters too, how may we do, For to preserve this day, This poor young ling, for whom we do sing, By,by, lully,lullay? Herod the king in his raging
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, O come ye, o come ye to bethlehem. Come and beyond him Born the king of angels O come let us adore him
; It's the daughter of a king, It's the daughter of a king! It's no longer you, It's no longer you, It's the daughter of a king, One must bow to her as
is pleading. This, this is christ the king, etc. So bring him incense, gold and myrrh, Come, peasant, kin to own him; The king of kings salvation
