Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore
Fill your cups of Christ. I am the bloody earth
Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags
White Bat is death? Feed it to pigs
Rise to be a king, shining with power
Down silent avenues, I live on
Life You owe yours to me
Wear Me around your neck
Kneel And cry for me
Son Father please help me
Safe delivery of a handsome child
Merry and sweet looking
My endeavours to rise seem useless
But I will fight the distance between us |