"Thrice dying"

…bear, withouten thee, This life of grief and woe.' The dying man thrice oped his eyes, And gasped amid his pain Some words…

…is come -- Die, traitor, die!' rushed headlong on, And drave the weapon home. But with his sword the dying man Smote Arthur…

…on the head, Piercing his helmet to the brain, Then fell down stark and dead. When noble Arthur fell to earth Thrice in a deadly swoon, Sir Lucan…

Little Girl Crying: For what reason are you dying, my cousin thrice removed? Old Man Dying: For what reason are you now weeping…

…my cousin thrice removed? LGC: Tears must come to us all OMD: Death must come to us all LGC: I cry for you make me a sorrow OMD…

…: I am dying to put the end to my sorrows LGC: I will feel our separation OMD: I have accepted what pain of death LGC: Where…

… And woe to them that goad! When all the pack, loud baying, Her bloody lair surrounds, She dies in silence, biting hard, Amidst the dying hounds…

…! for Manius Curius, The bravest son of Rome, Thrice in utmost need sent forth, Thrice drawn in triumph home. Weave, weave…

…; And yoke the steeds of Rosea With necks like a bended bow, And deck the bull, Mevania's bull, The bull as white as snow. XXX "Blest and thrice blest…

…'tis angel you are, you keep falling Stalled at the horse Crimson bled all over, the blood form a landscape Thrice saluted you…

…in his grave The godhead on a celestial pedestal Poking its finger at a vast and uniform mockery Dying under a blazing star The draught from…

…below are your lovers breathing their dying breath It's a propensity hard to confront An abyss which cannot…

…through her blood, through her flood, Every breath she takes she's collapsing to the floor Dying Raped to give a son to her god Give…

…her blood, through her flood, Every breath she takes she's collapsing to the floor Dying Prophecy of the awakening Greedily…

…kingdom Prophet of false and holy lies Proclaimer of a decaying purity Son of the holy and un-divine falsehood Evil supremacy over the thrice holy Killed, nailed, so viciously, cut his genitalia…

Eternities of suffering I hath endured It gives me strength Sinners repent, or be destroyed Thrice tie the rope Loss of all hope…

…down Remember my name You are the weak, I am the strong Regret the day, you crossed my path Jehovah scum Spewing forth lies Dying…

…to crash the party} |They call that a lie| {I've done it twice, I'll do it thrice} |We're talking about global jihadists, and it hurts| |I wouldn't allow…

…a disaster, but it isn't We have more businesses dying than Hilary Clinton They were successful, direct consequence…

…was it terraqueous ? Oh wait it was Thrace, thrice I am right It was when I was Spartan dying in the mightiest fight for light For thy I…

Heart still in pain and the brain don't know why Different sky Makes my eyes cry Don't cry, bye bye Makes my... Dying, she asked…

…for a grave with a kiss When he refused, hit him thrice with a fist Struck with the three and the fourth one she missed…

…alas! That thrice he swooned upon the thick green grass. When he revived, with a loud voice cried he, "O Heavenly Father! Holy…

…bore. Slow beats his heart, his panting bosom heaves, Death comes apace,—no hope of cure relieves. Towards heaven he raised his dying…

…oceans Lone wolf howlin for bush lotions That was weird Bonfire seared Sacrificed twice Rollin dice thrice Third time's…

Pancakes are frying I'm not even trying Ignore that I'm dying Lucy Pulling me in I just can't win You make me wanna sin Glad I got…

…like shedding your skin And throw your clothes out the window Oh, face the person within It's like dying in public It's like…

…learning to fly Leaving the world behind you It's like being born thrice You're probably right, all right But this is my home What…

…(Woods) Section 8 But hall plush with piff and sour grape Wet cough through thin wall Keep me up late The man in 3C is dying…

…uncles cousins thrice removed For whom the bell dings 12 string guitar gently weeps Supreme kings Wayward out outta reach Jesus…

…(Woods) Section 8 But hall plush with piff and sour grape Wet cough through thin wall Keep me up late The man in 3C is dying…

…uncles cousins thrice removed For whom the bell dings 12 string guitar gently weeps Supreme kings Wayward out outta reach Black…

…in stone With infinite time unturned Can you really claim your place in absolute? Well since you do I inherit this life, now a thrice paralyzed skeptic…

Even through the lust Just lamenting all we lost Now there's nothing that I want We're dying all the time With every word I'm wrong about a lot But should it stay a thought? NO!…