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In ainm an Athair, agus an Mhic, agus Spiorad Santo
Ar n-Athair a tha air nèamh
Gu naomhaichear d’ainm
Thigeadh do rìoghachd
Dèanar do thoil
Air an talamh mar a nìthear air nèamh
Tabhair dhuinn an diugh ar n-aran làitheil
Agus maith dhuinn ar fiachan
Amhail mar a mhaitheas sinne d’ar luchd-fiach
Agus na leig ann am buaireadh sinn
Ach saor sinn o olc
Oir is leatsa an rìoghachd
Agus an cumhachd, agus a’ ghlòir, gu sìorraidh
Amen
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I tell you this
Flesh and blood cannot inherit
The Kingdom of God
I tell you this
We will not all sleep
But we shall be changed...
Where is thy sting?
I tell you this
In a twinkling of an eye
The trumpet will sound and we shall be changed
The corruptible will go on to be incorruptible
And death will be swallowed in victory...
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I was the one - asked the question
Pleased to believe - anyone would
I was the one - asked the question
Pleased to believe anyone would know
Up against the wall - of illusion
Marvel at the fact - everyone was
Up against the wall - of illusion
Marvel at the fact - everyone was gold
Skeleton hands - on the wall
Skeleton hands - like a hollow wind
Skeleton hands - I remember
Skeleton hands - reaching up again
I never felt so unprepared
Cover death, no don't pretend
It isn’t coming to your door
The author understands us all
What happens to the least of these
When all are cold and threatening?
Where do you go when you leave?
Can anybody answer me?
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Mourners grieve for those who are asleep
They fear they have to grieve like all the rest
Those who rest in peace will not sleep for long
Oidhche mhath
He will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep
Those of us who are left we will not preceed
He will bring with Him those who have fallen asleep
Those of us who are left we will not preceed
So until that day
Why don't we just say
Oidhche mhath
He Himself will come down with a loud command
And the dead in Christ will be the first to rise
He Himself will come down with a loud command
And the dead in Christ will be the first to rise
So even though we grieve
Encourage us to see
The light is all we need to find our way
As for the ones we've lost
They will not sleep for long
We know one day that we will see them again
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I've got thirteen silver bullets in a glass by the bed
Garlands of fresh rye and monkshood by the door
Everyone loves a good story
Boy do I think I've got a doozy
She seems to be in love with the moon
Stares out the window to bathe in the gloom
I'm never sure what she's been drinking
I'm never sure what she's been thinking
I'm never sure if I need to be ready for
The next time the moon is full
Can't really tell how old she is
Doesn’t really matter as long as she is
I think I'm getting used to the unprovoked rage
Not really bothered by the restlessness
In fact I kinda like the increasing aggression
Even though I don’t always feel I sleep safe
Considering I love her like I do
The last thing I want is to shoot
I've got thirteen silver bullets in a glass by the bed
Garlands of fresh rye and monkshood by the door
In the night she says she hears the stars singing
Whispering to her with all their secrets
Sometimes I can swear I've seen her aura shifting
Into a vicious mood
She's always been a little bizarre
So maybe these bristles under her tongue are
Just a way to justify my fear of the unknown
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This is the evil that takes place in all things
The same destiny overtakes all
The hearts of men moreover
Are filled with evil and madness
After they join the dead the living have hope
This is the evil that takes place in all things
Beneath the sun
For the living know that they will die
They know that they will have no further reward
And they are forgotten
Their loves, their hates
Their jealousy will long since have vanished
Never again will they have part
In anything that takes place
Beneath the sun
I saw the tears of the oppressed and they had no comforter
Power was on the side of the oppressors
Declare the dead who are already dead
Are happier than the living who are still alive
But better than both of these are those
Who have not been born yet
Those who have not yet beheld the evil that is done
The fool will fold his hands
And simply ruin himself
Better one handful of tranquility
Than two with toil
Chase the wind, chase the wind, look again
Behold the evil
Beneath the sun
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I am the dark one
I am the dark one in love with the light
Desired servant everything that is right
Still the slave of everything that is vile
Drunk on the blackest of wine
Till my skull is split
From the riddles, from the riddles
Till my heart becomes pure, nothing but sorrow awaits
Till my blood becomes clear, death is where I dwell
Till You call me forth from the grave
Nothing but sorrow awaits at the end of the trail
Death is where I dwell, death is where I dwell
Till You call me forth from the grave
Till You call me forth
Call me forth from the grave…
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Tàilleadh (Changeling)
07:19
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I need mercy, you need mercy
We find mercy on our knees
And it’s getting ever darker here
Ever colder and alone
Never thought that I could fall so far
Amazed by how vile I've become
Am I changing into something else
Less than holy, less than righteous now
Forgotten all that I knew once
Trading pearls for swine and filth
Behold my bed, a field of stones
Realm of shadow and despair
Misery is all that I have left
Cannot recall my way back
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We are not so much
As animals, my dear
Even though I do suppose
Behave as them, I fear
We bite and scratch over this and that
And I can be so cruel
But in spite of all the venom in my kiss
You know I do love you
And pay no mind, don’t even mind the dragon in my glare
When, held up to the passion in my eyes
I hope it won't compare
Ravage my heart with but a glance of your eye
We have no right to ever forget why
I looked into the cavity
My chest remembering
My heart was missing right from where
I know it used to be
You’ve let me take your heart out
And replace it with my own
The Sovereign has delivered yours
It's beating right in here, you know
I don’t even mind, don’t even mind the spiders in her hair
When held up to the glass in her eyes, they just don’t compare
I don’t even mind, don’t even mind the serpent in her stare
In spite of all the venom in her kiss, at least I know that she’s still there
Irony, principalities, the ruler of the air
Wants nothing less than our destruction
Pain beyond compare
The Sovereign has decreed that we enjoy each other's lives
We must refuse to just sit back and watch the romance die
The Sovereign has decreed that we enjoy each other's lives
We must refuse to just sit back and watch the romance die
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Sorrow
Fear
Hatred
Malice
Destruction
I've gathered all the darkness I could find
To glean which pieces I would like
Magic
Rage
Murder
Deceit
Oppression
Corruption
A Thiarna Iosa, let Your words be hidden in my heart
That I might seek Your face
I have explored every pleasure that I could
And I have discovered none of them could fulfill me
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I know You want me to come home
But the black things inside of my soul
Convince me to stay
They scream so loud, they scream so loud
Try as I may I just cannot drown them out
They scream so loud, they scream so loud
Try as I may I just cannot drown them out
Where is the exit?...
I have been searching for the exit...
Where is the exit?
I have been searching for the exit...
Take me out of this pit
Pull me out of this pit
This pit of slime, this pit of slime
This black pit of slime
Black slime, black as ink
This black pit of slime
The arms in the wall...
Reaching through the cracks in the wall...
The shadows are blocking the hall
Their shadows are blocking the hall
All of the arms are reaching through
The cracks in the wall
Are blocking the hall
The shadows are blocking the hall
Pull me out of this pit
Of black things, of claws and jagged teeth
And filth and stink and hate and fear
Pull me out
For I do want to hear You again
I still want to hear You again...
When You speak
For I still want to hear you again...
When You speak
Release me, release me
Where is the exit?…
Pull me out of this pit
This pit of slime
Black slime, black slime
Black as ink, black as tar
This black pit of slime
Where the arms are
The arms in the wall, the cracks in the wall...
And the shadows are blocking the hall…
And the voices they lie…
But I will believe, I do believe
That You are exactly who You say You are…
I will believe, I do believe
I will not be convinced otherwise
For I am Your sheep
And I know Your voice...
For I still want to hear You...
When you speak...
I still want to hear You...
I will believe, I do believe
I will not be convinced otherwise
Those voices they lie
Defend me from those lies
Defend me from the voices that lie
Defend me from the arms
From the cracks in the hall
And the shadows when they pull and they call
I still want to hear You...
When you speak…
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You are the one who has lifted me up
Out of the jaws of the ravenous one
For the enemy seeks for my destruction
You are the ransom of life and the king on the throne
The resolution at the end of the drone
You are the morning, You are the light
You are the day, You are the night
You are thy guidance, You are the Son
Miraculous Christ, the merciful one
You are the truth, the way, and the life
Defending my honor from Lucifer's lie
You are the shepherd who cares for the flock
Beaten and battered, You will bandage me up
I am the one who has wandered away
You forgive my transgressions and called me by name
You are holy
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