This love, needs a home. Strong, storm by storm. We'll build a fortress, around us, Keep us safe from harm. This love, needs a home. Strong, storm by storm. We'll build a fortress
t eat The architects for evil are not always what they seem to be Play a bloody game in the fortress of no hope Beat the demons of time passing your
: The name of Jesus is a refuge A shelter from the storm, a help to those who call The name of Jesus is a fortress A saving place to run, a hope unshakeable
: My soul finds rest in God alone He is my rock, my salvation, my fortress, I'll never be shaken my hope comes from Him You are my God my soul thirsts
: FREEDOM Calls my name SERENITY Keeps me sane HAPPINESS It dulls the pain HONOR To save my fate HOPING To run away WILLINGNESS To understand JUSTICE
restore my sanity alone Enter the door Desperate Fighting no more Help me restore To my sanity At this temple of hope I need to learn Teach me how Sorrow
dawn As dusk engulfs the gate of horn. Ivory towers appear beyond the gate Invisible fortresses of escape Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears
: Blood trickles away in the sand All hope crushed, perished in the border fences of a secure stronghold We crossed this lost world, so much distress
A leader on bail He'd fight the conservatives And rot in their jails He'd denounce what it takes And demonization Ignorance and exploitation A fortress
always wish I stay, oh Oh, You are my fortress, You are the refuge You are the only hope I find You are the only one I rest my life in, oh You are my fortress
me farther Into the depths of unknown The blackness surrounding the border of hope We're alone We plead for the signs of a second chance In hopes it
a prince who squanders arias and couplets of longing. And as for hopes and dreams of love and castles-in-the-air, Miss, I am a millionaire! My fortress
Hell. Standing alive there leads me to anger, I hope I'm soon to reach the gate, Beyond which I'll find a mind of peace, somewhere fortress seems to bury
in bitterness There is no rest for midnight travellers... ... In paths don?t led by a northern star... When desecrations knock a broken hope Adversities
they whisper holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering And woven into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering And woven into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
in this journey Chaos my destiny My palace of wisdom [My powers and wisdom] Acting on minimal instinct Gates of steel secure my fortress Grant us strength
