answers, I hear echoes of a life Could it be the one I left behind What is the secret of life? How many times, God you know I try so hard to discover
myself I see answers, I hear echoes of a life Could it be the one I left behind? What is the secret of life? How many times? God, You know I try so
see answers, I hear echoes of a life Could it be the one I left behind What is the secret of life? How many times, God you know I try so hard to discover
Tradução: Vision Divine. El Secreto de la Vida.
I'm almost done with my search I got old so fast here in mu church It feels as if I'm kept out Of some sort of secret about The meaning of life Sometimes
: I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure
through life everything is connected But not in categories cuz that's the devil's story symbols of cannibalism ruin your vision and thoughts formulate
run Run and find the final sign [Solo] [Bridge] Find the sands of time Send him a sign There are mystical secrets before you Will they arise, your visions divine
BabyFace Fensta] Like Jeff Domer and his barrel of dicks, I shred cliques Crews, camps, clams, shit, the Iron Fist Infiltrator of Shaolin, but Manchurian Learned secrets in divine
Yet, as in a vision, a voice transcending All our imagination, jewel of life Guiding light heralding a joyous new dawn Clear and gifted time Divine Nature
the dreadful dark Stare through eyes that can't see My immortality, and the visions of my hate Sense with feelings that can't feel As life gets unreal
dark secrets... I always have. Here again I feel that my painful thoughts are wandering Into starlit, dream-like visions. I can recall the pain of deep thought Pondering life
sorcerers Yage, to see through walls and rocks Guanata, sweet coma to the journey of no return" The secret of divinity lives in this spell The laws
I'm Peter van der Hold I'm 68 years old I doubt some questions have increased In 42 years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not sure if
And those bright nights on glassy waves When we would glide lightly away From the grain for wicked flights of pleasure Those visions fade like ghosts to life
