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the grave
By the blood of a son
I have overcome the grave

The grave
Recompense is made for
The guilty and the shamed
For eternity is gained

In
upon the wind

Glory to One
God’s murdered son
Who paid for my resurrection
Once from the dust, once from the grave

Daughters and sons from
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two
He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
Similar to the one his grandfather was married in
Yes, he was still fresh to death
Bling, two
illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right, left to the jungle pioneer

See in the field my little son and daughter
Not long ago that
day dark is illuminated
God's mistake altered and uncreated
Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer

See in the field my little son
Daughter, dear daughter, come sit by my side
While the prairie is blooming I fear for my time
I’ve seen my great crossing asleep in my dreams
Hold my
is how things begin
The front yard taken by the cross
Backyards with the shiny pieces of tin
So much fury buried in

Gumby, you should call your
at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest
Someone called the other day
Said old Teddy Greenstreets passed away
They buried him on Saturday,
They said it was a lovely way to go
In his sleep,
The king and the god builds his grave
To be prepared for Osiris
When he has left a new one will come
To rule in Pharaoh's name
A god of the sun and a son
now we’re children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict’ry and tell me grave
now we’re children of the King
The favored sons and daughters, saved by the blood of Jesus
So tell me death, where is your vict’ry and tell me grave
Even if I ever got away
It would still haunt me in my grave
I was born to lose and determined to die
The odds are against me now
Let me tell you why

I'm
did fall
Her dyin' touched the hearts of us, one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet in his brain
And we buried them together as the snows
that You've done for me

Who brings our chaos back into order
Who makes the orphan a son and daughter
The King of Glory, the King above all kings
in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was
died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was
dissolve and adhere, the grand retreat
Wither and lithe, simonize the bomb.

Goodbye to the century
Farewell to amnesty
Christen the sons and daughter
the blood red dawn.

I've buried men before their time
Of alcohol and blackened lung
But how to bury seven of these
Appalachian miners sons.
Who stormed
fall
Her dyin' touched the hearts of us one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
And we buried them together as the snows
the field I noticed a human circle formation
Standing at the edge of a yet uncovered grave deep in mourn
Buried and forgotten
In the dark and cold
In
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear. 

One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
to please everyone or anyone at all. 
And the grave that you refuse to leave 
The refuge that you've built to flee
The places you have come to fear