Ilsa - Mother of God - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Ilsa - Mother of God lyrics

Artist: Ilsa

album: Preyer

Born to raise Hell
Curse, kick, yell
Gasping for air
The prisoner's dilemma
Could easily hurt someone
Having committed myself
Crimes I could not do
In search of an Angry
Mother of God
The Hand and the Road
Where do I stand?
In indiscretions
God is Not a Saint
So let me get rich and pass
Through the eye of the needle
Into thee,
Domus Aurea
Omina sont communia
In glorious
Domus Aurea
The sun shines
On saints and sinners
Alike
And God is not a saint
So let me get rich and pass
Through the eye of the needle
In search of an angry
Mother of God
The hand and the rod
The foot and the yard
Theotokos!
Drain the blood
From my face
Drag me from
This foul place
Through the eye
Of the keyhole
Into Glory
Domus Aurea

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