message , Fear the words , That I do spread Man is on a downward sprial , Straight to the grave We're all the same , To the grave Fall Down Hymn Of The Fallen
My attends to you as a mother fears while her children sleep Now look, see how they're dreaming The black reciteries, while the children dream Don't go
: My attends to you as a mother fears while her children sleep Now look, see how they're dreaming The black reciteries, while the children dream Don'
My attends to you as a mother fears while her children sleep Now look, see how they're dreaming The black reciteries, while the children dream Don't
A sketch is made of your destructive behavior Who invented the thoughts I denied I never wished for your life to end You were meant as a symbol of pain
feel again Even through these tears I will love again And I will not fall Fall from grace And I will not fall I I will not fall from grace I will not fall
with gold and wine colored pathways In the same way I've The same way I've fallen for you Like the star in the night Baby I've fallen for you
will feel again Even through these tears I will love again And I will not fall Fall from grace And I will not fall I I will not fall from grace I will not fall
sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall
sin and error pining Til He appeared and the soul felt it's worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoyces For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall
sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Fall
Will cause our fall If I had wings, would I be forgiving? If I had horns Would there be flames to shy my smile? Hymns of loss are heard From the masses
Let nature's soul once clash again 'neath blooming glades of goldenwood We're the ones who seek to dance to fallen serenades The magic hymns of gold;
and error pining ?Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Chorus Fall
his name all oppression shall cease Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise his holy name. Fall on your knees Oh hear
sound Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day Now the battle hymns