Sing your song, words that have to continue. Tell a tale, seal the screen that is in you. Make your peace, face to face that is after. Reasons plain,
Traducción: Gentle Giant. Deus não é um homem.
it happens all again. After all the things are said, no God's a man, no God's a man, and yet after all the things are said, no God's a man, must happen
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
a liar The Gentle Soul is ripped apart and tossed into the fire First, a smile of rejection at the nearness of the night Truth becomes a tragedy limping
She was raised by a man with a sickness that gave him two personalities but he never took no medicines he said God was his remedy one minute he'd say
stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave
farm is old and operated by Alfred McClock, an eccentric man with a fascination with Civil War weaponery. McClock's chicken farms produces over 140 000 chickens a
Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
