I Heard The Tongues Of Angels And

Satan Will Give You A Little Taste, Then He'll Move In With Rapid Speed.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

I'll Always Thank The Lord When My Working Day Is Through, I Get My Sweet Reward To Be Alone With You.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

Some Things Are Too Terrible To Be True.