throught my loveless heart I feel my soul grow deadly cold Still I breathe and and still I stay - Still I "live" day after day Sorrow surounds me day and
my loveless heart I feel my soul grow deadly cold Still I breathe and and still I stay - Still I "live" day after day Sorrow surounds me day and night
Endless pain through my loveless heart I feel my soul grow deadly cold Still I breathe and still I stay Still I live day after day Sorrow surrounds me day and
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, oh, star of wonder, star
We three kings of orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh star of wonder, star of night
proceeding, Guide us to thy perfect Light. Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and Sacrifice. Alleluia, alleluia! Sounds through the earth and
aware now That trial is near It's close at hand The masquerade is over It ends Remove his crown And bring him down Remove his crown And bring him down
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star O Star of wonder, star of night
smile. Their eyes lived for the joy And the death was only dream. But the grief dimmed my eyes by blood And the time blew the horrifying day. And I for
Bearing gifts we traverse afar Fields and fountain, moon and mountain Following yonder star Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain Gold we bring to crown
bearing gifts we traverse afar field and fountain, moor and mountain following yonder star born a baby on bethlehem's plain gold we bring to crown him
© 1994 Crazy Crow Music BMI Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness-- Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes?
horse, hunting and speeding, flying fast and free And I carried the scythe, and was reaping the harvest of crying helpless souls Laughing in triumph, in bitter
feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown? To Christ, who won for sinners' grace By bitter
realize I don't care All I know is That I'll soon be there And I'll soon be there And I'll soon be there And I'll soon be there
[All:] We three kings of orient are, Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, Moor and mountain, Following yonder star. O star of wonder, star
close at hand The masquerade is over... It ends... [Instrumental interlude] Ahhh ahhh ahhhh... Ahhh ahhh ahhhh... Remove his crown And bring him down Remove his crown And
