come the great power got the junkie mind Fallen Angels They never get enough Fallen Angels oo oo They got the addictions Fallen Angels They litter the skies Fallen Angels
You?re boned like a saint With the consciousness of a snake You?re the kind of girl I?d like to find Face like an angel (In my mirror) But you?re boned
) Beatae Mariae semper virgini (To blessed Mary ever virgin) Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed Archangel Michael) Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the Holy Apostles, to all the saints) Beata Maria
Saint Mary's County That's where I met your mother, dear Lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lay-lady love I see my brother and band of the angels darling On the
a manger stall In a stable low where the cattle moaned And the angels stood their guard Come rejoice, queen and beggar The homeless man and the prince of pride Saints
semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin) Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael) Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints) Frollo: Beata Maria
Lyrics written by Mary Applegate & Marque Music written by Marque I can see her lying next to me In red lace Like an angel on a silverscreen Her face
the countryside bringing forceful rule mothers bury sons and daughters, into irish soil they rot in the realm of summer stars, patriots do march saint
as I stand by the side of the river watching the virgin mary float by watching the currents drag her by a low song how long is gone a low song under the
As I stand by the side of the river watching the virgin mary float by watching the currents drag her by a low song how long is gone a low song under the
Angels at my feet, asked me to take a seat Got pulls on my hair, warns me to have a care Mary knocks on my door asks, ?Who are you looking for?? Joseph
all covered in suede I'm heat nervous and out of road Downtown, there's a parade But I don't think I wanna go Smart as trees in Sault Saint Marie I
Venite adoremus Dominum. Venite adoremus Dominum. Saint Joseph, too, was by to tend the child; To guard him, and protect his mother mild; The angels
I remember how the shepherds lay in slumber And the angels came and broke them from their dreams And Mary raised her weary head And Joseph stood there
saint Beyond our wood those lights Saint Teresa of avila Discalced De Carmelites Back up to her patron saint Beyond our wood those lights Saint Teresa
Kiddie porn dungeon, guns, and three fingers for your daughters Caught belly-up, antique Nazi paraphernalia You can not pay you bills with holy water and Hail Mary
