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And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn

(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn

(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
Bethlehem in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
of the powerful
I hunger for it
It just keeps me alive

I met the dragon
In a cave by the mountain
Now I bring the evidence
The beast is alive

This
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn

(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
Bethlehem in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn

The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn

(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
to break

people keep fighting back
movement united by hate
together break down the walls
terrorists blood marks their way
panic hits the nation
spit of scorn
Invisible king, dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow

A burden so great
Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
To which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh,
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
your rebirth
It's just a battleground
For dissapointed hounds
My scorn will be your fate
That's what hell can create

The laughter of the useless
Kept warm by the light of the lantern
Lost sight of everything tonight
My presence blackens their pattern
A pock in the healthy and calm 

Their
The scattered pages of a book by the sea 
Held by the sand, washed by the waves 
A shadow forms cast by a cloud, 
Skimming by as eyes of the past,
ov my gospel scattered
Sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds
Thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing
My sole companion
Woe to Thee!
born
And laid Him in a manger
Upon this blessed morn
On which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn

O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
born
And layed within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
For which his mother Mary did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
born
And laid within a manger 
Upon this blessed morn
The which His mother Mary 
Did nothing take in scorn

O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
the world go by
While all the problems multiply
With nothing left to do but pray

I am the rain
Falling down to cover you
Wish me away
But I'm here for
made the darkness bright
Greater lights to rule by day
Lesser tights to rule by night.

Nothing or no one can change them
Adjust or even rearrange them
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh,
endlessly
To appease the burning urge in me
Hunger of a thousand wolverines
Satisfaction by any means

Demon, replace all I've been taught
Impulse,
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort