In the midst of the darkness A man dressed in black He is the one cast down from heaven And is alive in him Beware the son of Satan Born of a jackal
Bản dịch: Trouble. Fear No Evil.
In the midst of the darkness A man dressed in Black He is the one cast down from heaven and is alive in him [Chorus] Beware the son of Satan born of
whereby they lynch men Enter the false witness slandering the accused Planting the seed openly showing he's being used To discredit, edit, headed for the alleged Smearing the individual fearing
some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber door only this Only this and nothing more Muttering I got up weakly, always I've had trouble sleeping
trouble and smile Let your heart speak awhile Let the light of love shine through Take your nightmare Change to dream Flow in the rhythm like a stream Fear no evil
As we were talking outside it was cold We were shivering yet warmed by the subject matter My wife is in the next room we've been having troubles you know
near And I will fear no evil For my God is with me And if my God is with me Whom then shall I fear? Whom then shall I fear? Oh no, You never let go
Have no fear bond is here, They'll never get the jewels. Bond is here have no fear. There goes a spy, There's evil in his eye. Have no fear bond is here
I am a creature from the Underdark Where no humans or dwarfs In the dungeons get survive Look to me and feel the fear While you is take to die I can
Come over here, babe it ain't that bad I don't claim to understand the troubles that you've had But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles
I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit-bag I'm gonna run a mile from here The ASBO generation make this a terror nation Full of loathing and fear
I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to black Attack so I
is blurrin Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin Uh-oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and
out [Chorus 3:] Will you hear me calling You will fear the nature of evil Will you see me screaming You will fear the nature of evil Will you hear
of evil in bloom The funeral of hearts And a plea for mercy When love is a gun Separating me from you She was the wind carrying in All the troubles
