A rose that is new in bloom reminds me of Jesus
when he was born in Bethlehem...
I've lost you, my love
Tell me, what have I done...
When you feel the wind on your back,
or when you feel the sun on your face...
Dear God,
Here we are agian. I ask you lord to forgive me of...
Thank You father for loving me
Giving me only what I truly need...
What is the meaning of your life?
Is it all a game between harmony and strife...
To arms, to arms, there is a fight,
Heaven and Hell are in deathly plight...
It feels like god is testing me
I'm confessing see but Satan steady stressing me...
As the days grow weary and the skys turn gray
I depend on you to show me the way...
I'm not wanting
inhibitions...
Oh! For rapture,
How glorious it would be...
Dark Mythic Flames of history
Sweep far across an eastern sea...