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Lyrics of the Day
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"Spiritual Healing" by Death
Always blocking the doors to your mind
Escaping the reality that surrounds you
Using faith as an excuse to kill
A sick way of life is now revealed
All the prayers in the world can't help you now
A killer a taker of life is what you are
Preach the good word
Speak no more, prepare to burn
A justified torture?
From this may others learn
The life you took a holy death, a grave mistake
No changing your mind, your life you should pay
Practice what you preach
Your loved one is now deceased
Knowledge is at our hands
Never to understand
Spiritual healing
Blinded by the twisted ways you live
Kill for religion, will the Lord forgive?
Idiocy has stricken you mind
A real-life hell you will find
Always blocking the doors to your mind
Escaping the reality that surrounds you
Using faith as an excuse to kill
A sick way of life is now revealed
All the prayers in the world can't help you now
A killer a taker of life is what you are
Preach the good word
Speak no more, prepare to burn
A justified torture?
From this may others learn
The life you took a holy death, a grave mistake
No changing your mind, your life you should pay
Practice what you preach
Your loved one is now deceased
Knowledge is at our hands
Never to understand
Spiritual healing
Blinded by the twisted ways you live
Kill for religion, will the Lord forgive?
Idiocy has stricken you mind
A real-life hell you will find
The Dashing Darknut
DD, the dashing one
Viva la Vida — Coldplay
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead long live the king
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
Once you’d gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn’t believe what I’d become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know St Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
"Inmate 4859" by Sabaton:
The dawn of century, a boy born by a lake
Resettled from Karelia’s plains
Grown to a man in exile as the Great War came
Unleashed a shadow on his world
Oh, no
Oh, no
Who knows his name?
Inmate in hell or a hero imprisoned?
Soldier in Auschwitz, who knows his name?
Locked in a cell, waging war from the prison
Hiding in Auschwitz, who hides behind 4859?
Outside help never came, decided to break free
The end of April ’43,
Join the uprising, fight on the streets while hiding his rank
Takes command all while serving his country in need.
Sent to a prison, where the heroes are judged as traitors
Accused of treason by his own
Sentenced by countrymen under pressure of foreign influence
Men he once fought to free
Oh, no
Oh, no
We know his name!
Inmate in hell or a hero imprisoned?
Soldier in Auschwitz, we know his name!
Locked in a cell, waging war from the prison
Hiding in Auschwitz, he hides behind 4859!
White eagle
Blood of Heroes
In Heaven
Forever
Rest in Heaven
True Hero
The dawn of century, a boy born by a lake
Resettled from Karelia’s plains
Grown to a man in exile as the Great War came
Unleashed a shadow on his world
Oh, no
Oh, no
Who knows his name?
Inmate in hell or a hero imprisoned?
Soldier in Auschwitz, who knows his name?
Locked in a cell, waging war from the prison
Hiding in Auschwitz, who hides behind 4859?
Outside help never came, decided to break free
The end of April ’43,
Join the uprising, fight on the streets while hiding his rank
Takes command all while serving his country in need.
Sent to a prison, where the heroes are judged as traitors
Accused of treason by his own
Sentenced by countrymen under pressure of foreign influence
Men he once fought to free
Oh, no
Oh, no
We know his name!
Inmate in hell or a hero imprisoned?
Soldier in Auschwitz, we know his name!
Locked in a cell, waging war from the prison
Hiding in Auschwitz, he hides behind 4859!
White eagle
Blood of Heroes
In Heaven
Forever
Rest in Heaven
True Hero
"Strong" by Velvet Chain:
I'll be right along
'Cause, baby, you're so
Strong
Baby, I see you're vulnerable to me
That's your power over me
Baby, baby, I know it's always been so
Physical love is, oh, so meaningful for you
You write love letters to me strong
You know how to talk to me so strong
Baby, I'm yours, you know
Because you're so, so strong
You're so, so strong
You would fight for me
You would starve for me
You would suffer, suffer for me
You would die for me
Well, I feel the same way too
You know I feel that way about you
I know you're mad about me
You show me because you're so, so strong
You're so, so strong
I'll be right along
'Cause, baby, you're so
Strong
Baby, I see you're vulnerable to me
That's your power over me
Baby, baby, I know it's always been so
Physical love is, oh, so meaningful for you
You write love letters to me strong
You know how to talk to me so strong
Baby, I'm yours, you know
Because you're so, so strong
You're so, so strong
You would fight for me
You would starve for me
You would suffer, suffer for me
You would die for me
Well, I feel the same way too
You know I feel that way about you
I know you're mad about me
You show me because you're so, so strong
You're so, so strong
CynicalSquid
Swag Master General
He put himself here
Just so he could escape
He just can't see here
Just so blinded by hate
On this journey just unable to find
He says "I'm okay" in his mind
He carries on out in this open plane
With a map of who he was in his brain
There's no pretending he's lost himself in his eyes
He’ll just be chasing butterflies
"The flashes in my eyes
The colours they move like dancers
I just can't hold on anymore
I won't cry for you
I've lost too much time
Here's the answer
I don't want to know anymore"
People see him as he talks to himself
Scared to greet him putting plans on the shelf
No-one truly gets to know who they are
Growing old makes this seem darker
Sunflower carry me home
I feel joy in my heart but death in these bones
If I feel joy in my heart then why am I alone?
Say that you love me
Say that you do
I just don't think that I could forget you
Just so he could escape
He just can't see here
Just so blinded by hate
On this journey just unable to find
He says "I'm okay" in his mind
He carries on out in this open plane
With a map of who he was in his brain
There's no pretending he's lost himself in his eyes
He’ll just be chasing butterflies
"The flashes in my eyes
The colours they move like dancers
I just can't hold on anymore
I won't cry for you
I've lost too much time
Here's the answer
I don't want to know anymore"
People see him as he talks to himself
Scared to greet him putting plans on the shelf
No-one truly gets to know who they are
Growing old makes this seem darker
Sunflower carry me home
I feel joy in my heart but death in these bones
If I feel joy in my heart then why am I alone?
Say that you love me
Say that you do
I just don't think that I could forget you
"82nd All the Way" - Sabaton:
In the draft of 1917, a man from Tennessee
Overseas to the trenches he went, from the Land of the Free
Into war he brought two things along, a rifle and his faith
Join the ranks as a private, assigned to 328th
There on that day, Alvin York
Entered the fray
Saving the day
82nd all the way
Into the fires of hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223
When his faith has been put to the test, the call to arms he heeds
On the 8th of October he went, made a sergeant for his deeds
Fearless, leading the raid of the war, machine gun on the hill
Charge the enemy taking the prisoners, by power of his will
There on that day, Sergeant York
Entered the fray
Saving the day
82nd all the way
Into the fires of hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223
What Sergeant York achieved that day
Would echo to the USA
It’s 82nd all the way
Death from above, what they now say
What Sergeant York achieved that day
Echoes from France to the USA
It’s 82nd all the way
Death from above, what they now say
Into the fires of hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223
Hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223
In the draft of 1917, a man from Tennessee
Overseas to the trenches he went, from the Land of the Free
Into war he brought two things along, a rifle and his faith
Join the ranks as a private, assigned to 328th
There on that day, Alvin York
Entered the fray
Saving the day
82nd all the way
Into the fires of hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223
When his faith has been put to the test, the call to arms he heeds
On the 8th of October he went, made a sergeant for his deeds
Fearless, leading the raid of the war, machine gun on the hill
Charge the enemy taking the prisoners, by power of his will
There on that day, Sergeant York
Entered the fray
Saving the day
82nd all the way
Into the fires of hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223
What Sergeant York achieved that day
Would echo to the USA
It’s 82nd all the way
Death from above, what they now say
What Sergeant York achieved that day
Echoes from France to the USA
It’s 82nd all the way
Death from above, what they now say
Into the fires of hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223
Hell, the Argonne, a hero to be
Entered the war from over the sea
Intervene, 1918, all the way from Tennessee
Hill 223