Enough pictures drawn in the sand Of everything we wish we'd been Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise Enough careless talk about giving
I can't get that trumpet out of my head I can't get that trumpet out of my head I woke up and I can't get that trumpet out of my head And you say you
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I can no longer tell the days from the nights. The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood. Something big is going to happen
Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep Takes me back way back when we
il primo, e si formo grandine e fuoco mescolati con sangue, che si rovesciavano sulla terra, e ne fu arsa la terza parte... La prima tromba fu la sciagura
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The Chariot! The Chariot! It's wheels roll in fire, as the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire! Lo! Self moving it drives on it's pathway of clouds
At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Avalon's in chains At the trumpets of Jericho There the grail remains At the trumpets
trumpet child will blow his horn Will blast the sky till it?s reborn With Gabriel?s power and Satchmo?s grace He will surprise the human race The trumpet
, leave me When I shake, I shake off everything Boogie woogie woogie woogie woogie woogie woogie Marchin? down the town road Watchin? through my window Snare drum and banjo Hear the trumpets
Enough pictures drawn in the sand, Of everything we wish we'd been, Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise. Enough careless talk about giving
christ relax When dat Trumpet blows. When dat Trumpet blows yea. When dat Trumpet blows. When dat Trumpet blows, yea when when dat trumpet blows. When dat Trumpet blows yea. When dat Trumpet
Hear the call for war; let the trumpets of doom sound Choose your weapon, march towards the battleground Majestic hordes of boundless fury Striving for
floor Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own A sister who dont love him and a father who's no more Angel's, angel's trumpets, angel's trumpets
not one day more From the depths of hell they rise, they set the bar and tip the scale The angel sounds the 7th trumpet, Christ kingdom is now here to
Hear the sound; from the throne, tears abound...