Texty:
Immortal Triumph

the horn for our tide to come Triumph our battle be won Battle all the lands It's the triumph of the ages Empires fall by hands In the triumph of the

the horn for our tide to come Triumph our battle be won Battle all the lands It's the triumph of the ages Empires fall by hands In the triumph of the

I get up, I get down. IV. Seasons Of Man Anderson/Howe The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes. A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate

trials now are past My triumph has begun Oh come, angel band Come and around me stand Oh, bear me away on your snow white wings To my immortal home

me All the way my Savior leads me Oh, the fullness of His love Oh, the sureness of His promise In the triumph of His blood And when my spirit clothed immortal

of the stars is calling again wispering mystic chorus a promise of immortality take my soul to where the falcons fly to the gates of triumph the skies

and reinvent him Practicing Black Magical tactics like voodoo Attacking like the seven deadly warships in the Niburu(Chorus x 3) [Chorus: sample of Masta Killa from "Triumph

We are reborn from the ashes of our death We summon the mystical phoenix, the return of the immortal After the Great War, we are tragic fighters In the

love Hearts unfold like flow'rs before Thee Opening to the sun above Melt the clouds of sin and sadness Drive the dark of doubt away Giver of immortal