Chord Of Souls - Lyrics - Fields Of The Nephilim

Title: Chord Of Souls
Artist: Fields Of The Nephilim
Composer(s): Paul Wright, Peter Yates, Carl Mccoy, Alex Wright, Tony Pettitt

Lyric:
The preacher says to all his men
I heard godly laughter
Can it be the end?
Well I'm on fire
When he's so cold
I heard godly laughter
Let it be the end
Let it be the end

Come on hate your conscience
Well let's skip this world
Well I hate your Gods people who breed on earth
Over to the other side
I'm caught stepping out
Come on over to the other side
Save your brothers now

Well let it be the end
Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes

Honest men these worthy men
In all my dreams
I hear godly laughter
Unleash your souls this faceless knows
When I'm disclosed
It's not a God I'm after

Well let it be the end
Oh, let it be the end
Oh, let it be the end
Believers chord of souls
Oh, let it be the end
Oh, let it be the end
Oh, let it be the end
Between us chord of souls
Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes

And I hate your country
And I hate your world
No I hate your Gods people who breed on earth
Over to the other side
I caught stepping out
In order to recreate religious experience
Tear my fuckin' heart out

The end believers
Oh, let it be the end
The end between us
Lord of souls
The end believers
Oh, let it be the end
Oh, let it be the end
Between us chord of souls

Let it end
Let it end
Let it end
Oh
Eyes

Eyes
Eyes
The whole world let it
Eyes
The whole world let it
Eyes
I hate my country
Eyes
Well I hate no concience
Eyes
Well I let it hate us
Well I let it end
Well I let it hate us
Well I let it end

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
No, no, no, no

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Suicide And Other Comforts - Lyrics - Bitter Suites To Succubi - Cradle Of Filth

Title: Suicide And Other Comforts
Album: Bitter Suites To Succubi
Artist: Cradle Of Filth
Composer(s): Paul Allender, Robin Eaglestone, Gianpierro Piras, Martin Powell, Adrian Eriandssson, Daniel Davey

Lyric:
I pace, alone, In a place for the dead
Overcome by woe and here, I've grown
So fond of dread
That I swear it's heaven

Oh, sweet Mary
Dressed in grief
Roll back the stone

With these words scrawled in a severed hand
Tears fall like shards of glass that band
In rivers, like sinners
Swept with me to join the damned

A darkened sky, the day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night and stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife, oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me

So farewell to distant thunder
Those inept stars I've worshiped under
Fall father, their Father
Lies in wait in flames below

Whilst my love, a blood red flower
Calls to me from verdant bowers
Graveside, I cry
Please save me from this Hell I know

A darkened sky, the day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night and stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife, oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me

An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
My faith is lost to the burning of idols
One less cross to press upon the survival
Of this lorded agony

And I
(Much as I have tried to bury Her from mind)
(Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died)

Still sense Her presence so divine
Lithe arms about my throat
Like pining swans entwined
Footfalls at nightfall close to mine

Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars
See Her face in every natural feature
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever
With glee deceiving me

Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her
Siren song to sing along, no finer
Suicide notes, harmonized in a minor
Strike a chord with misery

No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me
Safely from the stormy seas, now drowning, resounding
Death knells pound my dreams, unthinkable to dredge through this
Listless and lonely winter frieze

A darkened sky, this day here after dies
Falls swiftly into night and stays within my sight
Staring at the knife, oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me

No more a victim of crusade
Where souls are strung from moral palisades
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away
I journey now on jeweled sands

Beneath a moon to Summer lands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins

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The Clothes Don'T Make The Man - Lyrics - Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll - Keith Anderson

Title: The Clothes Don'T Make The Man
Album: Three Chord Country and American Rock & Roll
Artist: Keith Anderson
Composer(s): Arlis Albritton, Keith Anderson

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Lyric:
My brother's got a black an' white picture
With numbers 'cross his chest
An' he'll do 15 years
If his behavior stays at it's best

He took the blame to save his best friend's name
When a job that went bad down in Birmingham
Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit 'cause he knows
That clothes don't make the man

Two cells down from where my brother lays his head
The walls that go, 'Amazing Grace' an' quotes of scriptures
That man once read

When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys
That did not nderstand
But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold
But the clothes don't make the man

Designer names, rips and stains
Shouldn't tell you who I am
'Cause sometimes angels hide their wings
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man

They all laughed an called him names
When he said that he was sent to be their king
You don't even own a home
You got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet

Stripped of his pride, he was crucified
On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands
But he rose from the grave in 3 days
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man

Designer names, rips and stains
Shouldn't tell you who I am
'Cause sometimes Angels hide their wings
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man

Designer names, rips and stains
Shouldn't tell you who I am
'Cause sometimes Angels hide their wings
An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
Yeah, the clothes don't make the man

They don't make the man
They don't make the man
They don't make the man, yeah
Oh don't make the man
Don't make the man, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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