night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared in and the soul felt it's worth A thrill of hope the weary
of our dear Savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appear'd and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world
't think it was an old man, did ya? I hit ya with Scripture, listen to every word I say. The rapper Ambassador's back like a vertebrae. Focused vertically, hoping
lies that I'm fed, all to claim my reward Master and servant, one for all and all for none Ignorant to the distant hymns of chaos, the progressive stand
law does need Offends no law and is a king indeed Hear the broken bells chime mute war marches in your heart dismal psalm of rusty knives freezing hymn of emperors hymn
swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood And fill haunted women with knives and kites And gauges and valves and make them weep long hymns
the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt His worth A thrill of hope the weary
(I have no patience left for the Catholic Church. For those who do, it is my hope that you will not compromise yourselves but will aggressively work
of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the Spirit felt it's worth. A thrill of hope the weary
the night of our dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary
dominion Beauty, hope and joy all lay behind All things good were no longer my companions Buried with the soul that I let die Then I sang the first hymn
around Watch your money-go-round; watch your money-go-round Do like they say, make them vulnerable No good looking to the Empire corners, "Civilization" built on slaughter Carrying hopes
dear savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appear'd and the soul felt it's worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
the night of our dear Saviour's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary
coming back here quite as easy (I wish you could hear me sing like I did, my hymns and rhymes) As he found going away But as they disappear She hopes
Listenin' to this I'm transcending English Something's bigger Than the national hymn If you're thick, too thin Green, blue or pinkish Hum together with
as night It witnessed many a deed and vow We must not change it's colour now Chorus It well recalls the triumphs past It gives the hope of peace at
night of our dear Saviour's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt it's worth A thrill of hope, the weary