Lyrics:
sound.Amidst the chaos, a tranquil harbor, Her kerudung, a sanctuary, a noble armor. Through winds of change, steadfast she stands, A portrait of strength,
sound.Amidst the chaos, a tranquil harbor, Her kerudung, a sanctuary, a noble armor. Through winds of change, steadfast she stands, A portrait of strength,
sound.Amidst the chaos, a tranquil harbor, Her kerudung, a sanctuary, a noble armor. Through winds of change, steadfast she stands, A portrait of strength,
sound.Amidst the chaos, a tranquil harbor, Her kerudung, a sanctuary, a noble armor. Through winds of change, steadfast she stands, A portrait of strength,
sound.Amidst the chaos, a tranquil harbor, Her kerudung, a sanctuary, a noble armor. Through winds of change, steadfast she stands, A portrait of strength,
"Make me ready, in all circumstances
O my Lord, to serve Thee
And to set myself towards the adored sanctuary of
Thy Revelation and of Thy Beauty
If
'Cause its late to bed and early to rise
You 'gotta party all day gotta get right high
You 'gotta live your life by the bushman code
I can't wait to get
sanctuary
Threatened by the one we burned and buried
No need to be weary
In you we confide
We'll see you on the flipside
Everyone's here standing undefeated
I begged that I needed a favor
Bring my loved ones to me
Then I'll return you the favor
I have what you seek
If you accept my proposal
You have me by
This sanctuary of might
Will kill the disease
Scream, fall, cry
Do not repent or deny
All die
No time to run, time to hide
True force of iron
"critics."
They are offended by the outright
Antics of the
Maddened.
They prefer their poesy to be
Secretive
Soft and
Nearly
Indecipherable.
Their game has
A silver shimmering moonlit sky
Illuminates the night so clear
We share a dream, enchanted by
An overwhelming atmosphere
Just you and I beneath
belong to history
Sometimes I write it by myself
Here I was born
And here I have died
I can rise again
I can live on forever
This is my sanctuary
Here I
Divinity with my higher self
I wanna fly like a frisbee, divinity with
my higher self
Through the jungle like Simba
Bushman axe, chopping down the timber
Hollowed by the hurt I couldn't hide. My sanctuary seized by flames. I have no way to leave but I can't stay.
To march on my own
Salvation so easy to find
Build by my thoughts
Born in my mind
Oh land of power and grace
My sanctuary
Instead of heaven is
& we'll finger
The incision
Tell me what have I done
(quid pro quo)
To watch you lose
Control
(tunnel)
I will give you sanctuary
In these hymns
a fact
Hell - unholy kingdom ruled by war
Hell - pain and fury is the law
Hell - fire and brimstone I desire
Hell - Satan on his throne of fire
There's
Standing in an open door way,
Sick of feeling out of place
People walking by ignore me
I want to turn and run away
So I turn and run away
I close
stones in hand
My body forced to pull this weight
And time and time again
This rifting in the sand
Pillar by pillar
Break under the weight
But I refuse
a charge by John Mitchell, General Abrams, and Spiro Agnew
To eat hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary
The revolution will not be televised
the dew
(Of morning, in ye twilightland of old)
Abiding teardrops borne by thorns,
thine fragments I twine true
(In mourning, stream adorned in rage untold)
the painful days I've seen
Till everyday was spring
Havened in your thoughts, Sculpted by the words you cast on me
A solid one I'd be
Sanctuary eyes looked
that ceased existence
What once was no longer is
That by which is now forsaken
Bodies of water frozen in time
Soulless trees await rebirth
Lost sanctuary
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