crown of thorns And if you call my name I'll be there Still we run, my pride is gone I'm standing alone and I bleed I throw away my crown of thorns
if you catch my fall In time and space, nothing at all I throw away my crown of thorns If you call my name I'll be there I throw away my crown of thorns
Překlad: Hříšník. Crown Of Thorns.
The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown Oh, the rising of the sun And the
The holly and the ivy, when they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown O the rising of the sun and the
The holly and the ivy When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown The holly bears a blossom As white
) The holly bears a berry As red as any blood And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good (Chorus) The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn
beast that never sleeps beneath my silken covers Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality Her passion for passion, it will devour Cruel are the thorns
golden rule (Die hard) Legions iron and steel (Die hard) Men of war revealed (Die hard) Captors of the brave (Die hard) Sinner, liar, guard your crown of thorns
We'll fly to Heaven's golden shore A crown of life he gives on that glad day With him we'll live forever more Those cruel thorns they pierced my Savior
berry, As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good: Refrain The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn, And
spreads its eerie gaters and transcend my revenge listen, listen to this prelude to your infernal journey touch the thorns of my bloodmade crown feel
empire of God With the vision of father Satan "See the flowing blood" for God shall be crucified And heaven shall be nomore With the crown of thorns
Loreena McKennitt The holly and the ivy When they are full grown, Of all the trees in the wood The holly bears the crown. The rising of the sun The
woke you from the deepest dream Open the gates Behold your sentence In the sign of the cross And the crown of thorns The precious (human) blood Burning holy tears Lifetime sinner
crucifix disguise See when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill a vision For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crown
He was nothing but a sham His love, the drive -- His life, the price To become the sinner's sacrifice Beaten and whipped, garments stained blood red Had a crown of thorns
holly bears a berry As red as any blood And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good. [Chorus] The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn
