Текст песни Times Like These - Meynberg

We pray to the our god this day
For the blessings you provide
But from ashes to ashes
From dust to dust
So it must be
But keep this woman
Or king of kings
Beneath our almighty wings
Oh god the spirit of all our joys
The glory of our darkest nights
And the comfort of
Times likes these

And the comfort of
Times likes these

And the comfort of
Times likes these

And the comfort of
Times likes these