Текст песни Saints - Cal Van Gogh

Yeah
Uh huh
Send some praise up
Raise the praise up
Sing unto The Most High
Oh ye' Saints of his
In remembrance
Give thanks to him
To the end let my glory
Sing praise to thee
Forever
I will give thanks to thee
Sing unto The Most High
Oh ye Saints of his
In remembrance
Give thanks to him
To the end let my glory
Sing praise to thee
Forever
I will give thanks to thee

The Most High
My light and salvation
So who shall I fear
In this wicked nation
Nathen
No Gentile or Jew
No worries
No weapon formed
Shall prosper against you
We prayed up
And armored down
I'ma gun a devil down
Got a hundred rounds
Blaow oww
But we ain't messing round
With these clowns
We burning every green grove
And tearing high places down
Like the tower of Babel is sayonara
Brimstone Hell fire
For Sodom and Gomorrah
I'ma saint a soldier
Front line warrior
Got a hundred thousand Angels
Behind me they destroying ya'
Melt the golden calf
Break the obelisk in half
You ain't seen nothing
Till you felt The Most High's wrath
Blood bath
Yeah
Like he treading the wine press
If I went over your head
You might want to rewind this

Sing unto The Most High
Oh ye' Saints of his
In remembrance
Give thanks to him
To the end let my glory
Sing praise to thee
Forever
I will give thanks to thee
Sing unto The Most High
Oh ye' Saints of his
In remembrance
Give thanks to him
To the end let my glory
Sing praise to thee
Forever
I will give thanks to thee

The Angels of The Most High
Encampeth round about them
That fear him and delivereth them
O' taste and see
The Most High is good
Blessed is the man that trust in him

Guess this something like a revival
Uh huh
Cut the head off a rival
Uh huh
Have 'em dead on arrival
Wow
Got my gun and my bible
Don't you know I'm the
Son of the The Most High one
And taking my life means nothing
Before the crown of thorns
They been hating on me
Man I got crowns and thrones
That's waiting on me
Boy stop playin with me
Thunder and lightning
Let it rain from the Shamayim
Let me be anointed
And my sins wiped cleaned
Appointed times
What shall be will be
Who broke the chains
And set the captives free
That's Ha'Mashiah
Returning with Hell's key
Every tongue shall confess
Along with every bent knee
Every tongue shall confess
Along with every bent knee

Sing unto The Most High
Oh ye' Saints of his
In remembrance
Give thanks to him
To the end let my glory
Sing praise to thee
Forever
I will give thanks to thee
Sing unto The Most High
Oh ye' Saints of his
In remembrance
Give thanks to him
To the end let my glory
Sing praise to thee
Forever
I will give thanks to thee