Lyrics:
The curse increased we fight the pow'are and live by it by day
Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide
The leader's hands in paths of glory
passion bespoils our soul receiver, surely we know
In glory we rise to offer
Create our freedom, a word we utter
A word
Words cause our banner, victorious
You've got to give a little, take a little,
and let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
You've got
Our altogether beautiful reward
We will give You glory, bring You honour
King above all kings
You deserve our everything, we will lift our voices with
Go forth child, make us proud
Honor is yours, underground
Know we love you, lay you down
We did it for the glory
The glory
Only the glory
We live
'til it sticks between your teeth
Glory, glory we've killed the beast
Blinded by glittery diamonds
Resting on crooked fingers
Shaded eyes they are
sayin?
we're talkin? about crime stories
And I ain't givin? up no propers, no glory
Crime Stories, all the real brothers have been locked up
And you
it's really about."
You've got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory
You're the mighty one
You sit on the throne
And the heaven's sing Your praise
We will join that song
Singing one and all
To give glory to Your name
The Men of the West
(William Rooney)
When you honor in song and in story
The names of the patriot men,
Whose valor has covered with glory
Full many
Ready?
Ready!
Ready
The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around,
You've got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of love.
You've got
Here inside Your presence
I'm taken by the wonder of You
Here inside Your glory
We give our lives fully to You
Here inside Your presence
I'm
You've got to give a little,
Take a little,
Let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of,
That's the glory of love.
You've got
to catch the falling star that you are)
The more that you give
The more I want you to go away
We're killing the sound
We've killed it already
Killing
ever give in
So were gazing at an 8 by 10
Thinking bout the way
It might have been
Its a dirty, rotten, shame
Talkin' bout you and me
ever give in
So were gazing at an 8 by 10
Thinking bout the way
It might have been
Its a dirty, rotten, shame
Talkin' bout you and me
high
I don't give a fuck, if ya got fire
Every now and then you chip, and you want to get Henn
But you never got a twinny-twin-twin, don't roll trees
Hey
lives
We were born and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days
I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited
But I couldn't
worshiped and adored
So we lift up our voices
And give you the Glory
Glory to the Lord
Who holds the righteous by the hand
Who is the way in this marvelous
Glory, glory Lord
We give You glory Lord
Glory, glory Lord
You are the mighty God
You are the mighty God.
You who go down to the sea,
You who live
reached down
Picked me up
Rescued me free from sin
Overcome
By your love
Set me free within
Oh
Oh we give you highest praise
You are high than the heavens
of anguish
Power spent passion despoils our soul receiver
Surely we know, in glory we rise to offer
Create our freedom, a word we utter, a word
Words
The curse increased we fight the power and live by it by day
Our Gods awake in thunderous roars and guide
The leader's hands in paths of glory to the cause
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