Song | And Shot Each Other |
Artist | The Chariot |
Album | Before There Was |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Scogin | |
Embrace reaction | |
We ain't God | |
But here he comes | |
Destiny is real and she comes with a smile | |
Passing by your grave | |
Reach the plague | |
Black plague | |
In this city that never sleeps and wakes up swinging | |
We will paint the rivers red, it's fate | |
Because they sing the same songs, and they just keep singing | |
But up above every storm is the day (shake hands with fate, and with fate shake hands) (enter Sacred Harp Singers) | |
How happy is every child of grace | |
Who feels his sins forgiven | |
This world, he cries, is not my place | |
I seek a place in heaven | |
A country far from mortal sight | |
Yet, oh, by faith | |
I see The land of rest, the saint's delight | |
A heaven prepared for me | |
Oh, what a blessed hope is ours | |
While here on earth we stay | |
We more than taste the heavenly powers | |
And antedate that day | |
We feel the resurrection near | |
Our life in | |
Christ concealed | |
And with his glorious presence here | |
Our earthen vessels filled |
zuo qu : Scogin | |
Embrace reaction | |
We ain' t God | |
But here he comes | |
Destiny is real and she comes with a smile | |
Passing by your grave | |
Reach the plague | |
Black plague | |
In this city that never sleeps and wakes up swinging | |
We will paint the rivers red, it' s fate | |
Because they sing the same songs, and they just keep singing | |
But up above every storm is the day shake hands with fate, and with fate shake hands enter Sacred Harp Singers | |
How happy is every child of grace | |
Who feels his sins forgiven | |
This world, he cries, is not my place | |
I seek a place in heaven | |
A country far from mortal sight | |
Yet, oh, by faith | |
I see The land of rest, the saint' s delight | |
A heaven prepared for me | |
Oh, what a blessed hope is ours | |
While here on earth we stay | |
We more than taste the heavenly powers | |
And antedate that day | |
We feel the resurrection near | |
Our life in | |
Christ concealed | |
And with his glorious presence here | |
Our earthen vessels filled |
zuò qǔ : Scogin | |
Embrace reaction | |
We ain' t God | |
But here he comes | |
Destiny is real and she comes with a smile | |
Passing by your grave | |
Reach the plague | |
Black plague | |
In this city that never sleeps and wakes up swinging | |
We will paint the rivers red, it' s fate | |
Because they sing the same songs, and they just keep singing | |
But up above every storm is the day shake hands with fate, and with fate shake hands enter Sacred Harp Singers | |
How happy is every child of grace | |
Who feels his sins forgiven | |
This world, he cries, is not my place | |
I seek a place in heaven | |
A country far from mortal sight | |
Yet, oh, by faith | |
I see The land of rest, the saint' s delight | |
A heaven prepared for me | |
Oh, what a blessed hope is ours | |
While here on earth we stay | |
We more than taste the heavenly powers | |
And antedate that day | |
We feel the resurrection near | |
Our life in | |
Christ concealed | |
And with his glorious presence here | |
Our earthen vessels filled |