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Inkubus Sukkubus lyrics

The Leveller

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He comes as a darkened knight Upon the raging storm And as an angel of love he reaps the harvest corn He comes as a leveller to make one and all the same His song on the western wind to deliver us from pain Take his hand For only he'll lead you on to the promised hand He is the only true friend of the poor Can you not see that only he can ever set you free He is the only true friend of the poor And all the kings and the queens and the generals Dread the gaze of his eyes But to the sick and the cold and the starving He's a blessing in disguise For his sweet kiss brings release And they shall suffer no more So they don't fear when he comes A-knock-knock-knocking on the door

If I Can Dream

There must be lights burning brighter somewhere Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers walk hand in hand Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true Oh why There must be peace and understanding sometime Strong winds of promise that will blow away Every doubt and fear If I can dream of a warmer sun Where hope keeps shining for everyone Tell me why, oh why, oh why won't that sun appear We're lost in a cloud With too much rain We're trapped in a world That's troubled with pain But as long as a man Has the strength to dream He can redeem his soul and fly Deep in my heart there's a tremblin' question Still I am sure that the answer the answer's gonna come somehow Out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle And while I can think, while I can talk While I can stand, while I can walk While I can dream, please let my dream Come true......right now


I'm twice born, once and seven something Once is the resurrection of honorable function Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant [Verse One] I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out? On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly So every second the discontent's locked accordingly Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned Never set a grin and fly health Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful, It's like the date of Grado Methasawmill A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper At the hand of what man's hand jokes My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God? [Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?] What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television? [Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?] I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin' [Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance] I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast? [Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money] Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals] Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink] Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink [Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy] Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy [Verse Two] I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit Clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin One must pardon yee old common street detour Weaving graceful through the prom directed column Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud But that's got a ring to it so my swill welcomes the flood I walk through God's practical joke on man practically broke And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft? After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1, Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton, Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well

Lend A Hand

You are god's most beautiful creation From the moment i set my eyes upon you I knew i wanted to be near To feel your arms wrap around me And to share myself with you Would be nothing but ecstasy Knowing you will make me whole again Then she said No I cried out to help you My friend who does nothing I watched you high i watched you low Never falling to far I am glad to have been here To help you get through her I know i didn't fulfill, but i helped somehow I'll take your pain Create with me Chim was a way for you to breathe I hope it was enough To help you through this war called love Take our hand Before you leave One more time, reaching our dreams We feel incomplete I know one day You'll solve that mystery And make them feel The way you did me Lend a hand, AE To you my friend

When Wild Ward Deadly Blast

Burns Robert
WHEN WILD WAR'D DEADLY BLAST (Robert Burns) When wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless And mony a widow mourning. I left the lines and tented field Where lang I'd been a lodger My humble knapsack all my wealth A poor but honest sodger. At length I reached the bonnie glen Where early life I sported; I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn Where Nancy oft I courted. Wha spied I but my ain dear maid Down by her mother's dwelling, And turn'd me round to hide the flood That in my e'e was swelling. She gazed, she redden'd like a rose Syne pale as any lily, She sank within my arms and cried, Art thou my ain dear Willie? By Him that made you sun and sky By whom true love's regarded I am the man! And thus may still True lovers be rewarded. The wars are owre, an' I've come hame And find the still true-hearted; Tho' poor in gear, we're rich in love And mair we'se ne'er be parted. Quoth she, My grand-sire left me gowd A mailin plenished fairly Then come, my faithful sodger lad Thou'rt welcome to it dearly. filename[ DEIDL2 play.exe DEIDLYWR RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===

Poor Unfortunate Souls

I admit that in the past I've been a nasty They weren't kidding when they called me kinda strange But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways Repented, seen the light, and made a change And I fortunately know a little secret It's a talent that I always have possessed And dear lady, please don't laugh I use it on behalf Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed (pathetic) Poor unfortunate souls In pain In need This one longing to be thinner That one wants to get the girl And do I help them? Yes, indeed! Those poor unfortunate souls So sad So true They come flocking to me crying "Will you help us, pretty please?" And I help them! Yes I do! The men up there don't like a lot of blabber They think a girl who gossips is a bore! Yes on land it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word And after all dear, what is idle prattle for? They're not all that impressed with conversation True gentlemen avoid it when they can But they dote and swoon and fawn On ladies who withdrawn It's she who holds her tongue who gets a man Poor unfortunate souls Go ahead! Make your choice! I'm a very busy person and I haven't got all day It won't cost much Just your voice! Those poor unfortunate souls So sad So true If you wanna cross the bridge, my sweet You've got the pay the toll Take a gulp Take a breath Go ahead Sign the scroll Nick and Kevin Now I've got her, boys The boss is on a roll You poor unfortunate souls In pain In need This one longing to be thinner That one wants to get the girl And do I help them? Yes, indeed! Those poor unfortunate souls So sad So true They come flocking to me crying "Will you help us, pretty please?" And I help them! Yes I do! Those poor unfortunate souls

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