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Лирика : Mercyful Fate : 9 : Church Of Saint Anne
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Oh Father... did you speak to God?
Oh Father... did he speak to you?
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father... your eyes could heal the sick
Yeah, heal the sick
Oh Father... no one could ever forget
Oh Father... the night your eyes went black
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father... God left you for dead
It was a black year for the Church of Saint Anne
It was a black year when the miracles began
In the Church of Saint Anne
The sick got sicker and the well got ill
Your congregation said you lost "God's will"
You ran to the altar, said another prayer
You ran to the altar, but God was never there
So they threw you out, and stoned you down
Stoned you down to the ground
It was a black year for the Church of Saint Anne
It was a black year when the miracles began
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father... betrayed by your own
Oh Father... did Satan take your soul?
They found him in the tower hanging from the bell
A twisted smile on his face as if he came straight from Hell
"If thine eyes deceive thee, pluck them out"
Oh Father... did he speak to you?
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father... your eyes could heal the sick
Yeah, heal the sick
Oh Father... no one could ever forget
Oh Father... the night your eyes went black
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father... God left you for dead
It was a black year for the Church of Saint Anne
It was a black year when the miracles began
In the Church of Saint Anne
The sick got sicker and the well got ill
Your congregation said you lost "God's will"
You ran to the altar, said another prayer
You ran to the altar, but God was never there
So they threw you out, and stoned you down
Stoned you down to the ground
It was a black year for the Church of Saint Anne
It was a black year when the miracles began
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father... betrayed by your own
Oh Father... did Satan take your soul?
They found him in the tower hanging from the bell
A twisted smile on his face as if he came straight from Hell
"If thine eyes deceive thee, pluck them out"
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