MICHAEL W. SMITH lyrics - Worship Again

There She Stands

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Written By: Michael W. Smith and Wes King When the night seems to say All hope is lost, gone away But I know I'm not alone By the light she stands There she waves, faithful friend Shimmering stars, westward wind Show the way, carry me To the place she stands Just when you think it might be over Just when you think the fight is gone Someone will risk his life to raise her There she stands There she flies, clear blue sky Reminds us with red of those that died Washed in white by the brave In their strength she stands When evil calls itself a martyr When all your hopes come crashing down Someone will pull her from the rubble There she stands We've seen her flying torn and tattered We've seen her stand the test of time And through it all the fools have fallen There she stands By the dawn's early light And through the fight she stands

Abyss Of The Void

Gamma Ray "Land Of The Free"
Music / Lyrics: Hansen Now I must go I'll wait for you to follow No turning back But there's a light I've seen it all Riding through never fall When all is done We must be one I will return The saviour is calling He's riding through the night The only, the holy Returning from the light We fall to the ground and we pray 'Cause he's the only one No demons left in this world Since he has won Oh hear what I say... All men come To see the king of the world The time has come for everyone The saviour stands for all of us Now praise the one who'll destroy The evil abyss of the void His armour Still shining Though it's torn from fight The brave man, redeemer He brought us back to life Oh yes he did Now fall to the ground and pray 'Cause he will come No demons left in this world Since he has won Now, listen to what I say... All men come To see the land of the free The time has come for everyone The saviour stands for all of us Now praise the one who'll destroy The evil abyss of the void His armour, still shining Though it's torn from fight The brave man, he battled On through the night His eyes they were gleaming like fire And he's prepared he's the one The young man He raises his head Up to the land In the sun Wherever my spirit may fly Up to this heavenly fight I know That I will return from a mission Beyond our skies - now Solo Dirk / Kai Bridge / Chorus

Whistle Down The Wind

TINA ARENA "In Deep"
Whistle down the wind Let your voices carry Drown out all the rain Light a patch of darkness Treacherous and scary Howl at the stars Whisper when you're sleepy I'll be there you hold you I'll be there to stop The chills and all the weeping Make it clear and strong So the whole night long Every signal that you send Until the very end I will not abandon you my precious friend So try and stand the tide Then you'll raise a banner Send a flare up in the sky Try to burn a torch And try to build a bonfire Every signal that you send Until the very end I'm there So whistle down the wind For I have always been Right there Oh yeah

All Life Ends

AT THE GATES "Gardens Of Grief"
My life fades, my visions dim all that remains are memories I remember a time of chaos time of war as men began to feed on man only the scavengers survived gone now, swept away for reasons long forgotten touched of a blase which engulfed them all a firestorm of fear the answer is written in their bones all life ends I remember an old man griping my wrist, he was dying "imagine", he said "looking into the eyes of a nova, the bursting flames, the roar of it's energy frintly echoing down the corridors of time, whispering: all life ends "death, he said "is like a bolt of lightning, Light cast upon every secret, just for a moment, till the last spark of life fades and all is dark..." then he breathed out his last breath into my ear his gaze already way out among the stars... among the ruins of the past I shelter from the storm my mind is numb from the loneliness and the rain that never stops this wasteland, once a beautiful place where trees and flowers grew where deer, and squirrels had their home now rotting are their bones Where raging waters grind the earth I go to end my days the sea that witnessed mankinds birth shall watch us die again black and deep, empty of life as in the heaven so below the sun has now forever set and bids our time to go I am tired and I fear not the cold that now descends as light grows dim, I bid farewell all life ends I am leaving now, my body stiff just watching for a while that rigid shell, so small and weak a corpse on a broken cliff the stars are calling me now with distant, speechless voices and caught by a wind I drift away and nothing calls me to stay... I am ridint the wind that has no name, the fire that burns without a flame caught by the spell on which all depends, all life ends the answer is written in my bones, all life ends

Karn Evil 9 Third Impression

Emerson Lake And Palmer "Brain Salad Surgery"
Man alone; born of stone; Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul; Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe Until the winds of laughter blows cold. Fear that rattles in men's ears And rears it's hideous head Dread .... Death .... in the wind .... Man of steel pray and kneel With fever's blazing torch Thrust in the face of the night; Draws a blade if compassion Kissed by countless Kings Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight. Walls that no man thought would fall The altars of the just Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind .... No man yields who flies in my ship DANGER! Let the bridge computer speak STRANGER! LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF. No computer stands in my way Only blood can cancel my pain Guardians of a new clear dawn Let the maps of war be drawn. Rejoice! Glory is ours! Our young men have not died in vain, Their graves need no flowers The tapes have recorded their names. I am all there is NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE! But I gave you life WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO? To do what was right I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

Thick As A Brick (Part 2)

JETHRO TULL "Thick As A Brick"
LATER. See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac. LATER In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along. So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near. Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual OF COURSE So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

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