had made This is the thing that you need [Chorus:] Hand of glory Stopping all the sleepers from awakening this night Hand of glory Witchcraft triumphs
Vertaling: Woede. Hand van Glorie.
Set time in accord Sits the boychild Solomon Ever turning round and round In the cities of the Southern Sky Set points universe Dreams he of glory Pulsating
time in accord) Sits the bouychild Solomon (Ever turning round and round) In the cities of the Southern Sky (set points universe) Dreams he of glory (
See these versus I praise is like a double edged sword with the glory of the lord, you could never ignore Reaching up pon? the skies settled down pon? the floor my hands
rage Father! guide my hands through the battle fields My sons follow me now is the time to fight I'll show you a way stained of blood to the glory
the glory Not to us But to Your name be the glory The earth is shaking, the mountains shouting It's all for You The waves are crashing, the sun is raging
which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for something... Satan laughs, wings spread to magnificent fullness, the creature stands at full glory
. Paved with our enemies, won by our hand. Battles fought, under the mighty Oath. Hammers high. Kingdoms fall by our sword. We praise the Gods. To Fatherland with glory
a miracle man He's got holes in His feet, in His side, in His hands And if you ask for love, love pours through them Like a ray of light, like a raging
we are For the glory of Your name We give all we are For Your praise Verse 2: Just a glimmer Of Your glory And the Earth falls to it?s knees You leveln
before us Spreading screams of death throughout the void Centuries of decay in hands of the so called God Victory of death The glory from black Black
our stand Across the deepest oceans Gold is in our hands Good things will come For those who wait, we can't deny Still the battle raging And the fire
Your love o God, displayed for us As crimson covered over sinless hands Your majesty for all to see In raging storms and quiet cloudless days Beautiful
Dreadful Thunder The storms moving in And Judgment day is calling My soul has been healed By the power of steel And the sound of glory I will send
