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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lingua Ignota
Lingua Ignota
Performer
Kristin Michelle Hayter
Kristin Michelle Hayter
Vocals
Seth Manchester
Seth Manchester
Guitar
Ryan Seaton
Ryan Seaton
Woodwinds
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Kristin Michelle Hayter
Kristin Michelle Hayter
Composer
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Kristin Michelle Hayter
Kristin Michelle Hayter
Producer
Seth Manchester
Seth Manchester
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sinner, you better get ready
Sinner, you better get ready, hallelujah
[Verse 2]
In unforgiving night, God came
Plainly spoke my given name
In unforgiving night, God came
Plainly spoke my given name
[Verse 3]
Upon your pale, pale body I will put many hands (I heard a lumbering in the sky)
(Made me think my time was nigh) And rough, rough fingers for every hole you have
(Won't be the water, be fire next time)
But the kingdom and the power and the glory are yours
(Time is coming when the sinner must die) The cool and quiet darkness that surrounds you is yours
The fires that swallow up the silent mountains are yours
The floods that drown the deserts and the valleys are yours
[Verse 4]
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
[Verse 5]
In unforgiving night God came
Plainly spoke my given name
Upon your pale, pale body I will put many hands (Sinner, you better get ready)
And rough, rough fingers for every hole you have (Sinner, you better get ready, hallelujah!)
[Verse 6]
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
[Verse 7]
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
[Verse 8]
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
Written by: Kristin Michelle Hayter

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