the cords of death entangled me overcome was i with sorrow sheol came upon me and i was afflicted but precious, in the sight of the Lord, is the death of His saints oh Lord, truly, i am thy servant you have cast off my chains
bow down fall to your knees and look away lest you be blinded revert thine eyes lest they melt from your sockets fall upon your face and feed upon the dust of the ground dare not to raise your head high, the Lord comes marenatha we are like sand before Him and our feeble flesh melts like wax in His presence our will is crushed by His and yet He looks upon us with love like His own children down down storm the gates hell cannot withstand the fury of the Lord and heaven cannot contain it we are the servants of the Lord in His spirit we create legends and one day all of our souls will be loosed from our flesh and we will judge the angelsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
