Testo May All Saints

For years doom grows in our bleak chambers yeilding not For

centuries of old deem risen impale my soul



CHORUS
May All Saints sing of your name

May the wicked be slain by you

May All Saints sing of your name

Blessings come in the day of our Lord



My grievance pleads alone from maelstrom to burial Beguiled by

slumberers grave sojourn rook and dirge dwarfs us


For years doom grows in our bleak chambers

For years doom grows in our bleak chambers . . . . .