Letras:
The Fold Oh Holy Night

new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! O night divine, O night, when Christ was born O night divine! O night, O night

he was low At a quarter past a holy no She had to turn around When she couldn't hold, oh, she folded A dissident is here Escape is never the safest path Oh

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by ugly tenements Oh Distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby development Today summon the rug rat oblivious

REV.HIGHTOWER: Oh the sheep has returned to the fold, and the prodigal son has come in from the cold! So like the prophets were told in the days of old

sky The fairground is all shabby and silent Red sky at night Red sky at night Danger Christ is crying Christ's tears leaving His heart and night

soon he was low at a quarter past.. a holy no she had to turn around when she couldn't hold.. she folded a dissident is here escape is never.. the safest path oh

down soon he was low at a quarter past.. a holy no she had to turn around when she couldn't hold.. she folded a dissident is here escape is never.. the safest path oh

oh Lord Have Mercy Your crucifiction hurts me, a lyrical artitst Who paints his pictures in the darkness; I spark this You better believe, Khrist in nice Kill devils with Holy

all night man (Hey, hey do ya thing) But I just wanna, I wanna curse man it's late (Do ya thing) (Do ya thing man) It's late man (Oh yeah do ya thing)