Religious Music - It dosen't mater if it's Catholic, Protestant, Orthodox, or even Islamic, Jewish, Buddhist, Etc..

[Rome's rightful successor]

From one of my favorite movies.

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Autistic Gunspergings]

not really super religious, but this one i've always liked.

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[tehpope]

Not sure if this counts

David Axelrod The Electric Prunes - Holy Are You

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Squanto Airi]

4:54

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Catch The Rainbow]

this is incredibly calming

Song about two men going to the grave of Rabbi Shimon Bar Yochai

Seven in the evening on the old conductive road
Raphael my brother and myself
Waiting for the car to take us
To Rabbi Shimon

A wind brings in our nose the smell of plowing
A cloudy sky above us
The day is getting worse

One hour passes
No car stops
A thick night over our shoulders wraps
We have no mother but you
I'm suddenly afraid in the dark
rain starts to drip

We were about to turn on our heels and go back
A pair of flashlights pierces the black night
By the grace of heaven, a car finally stops
Hasidic from Jerusalem
And her daughter kept quiet

Now we are going to Rabbi Shimon

A black ball is floating in my stomach
My brother Rafael fell asleep on my shoulder
We have no mother but you, I'm afraid in the dark
rain continues to drip

The middle of the night is a time of mercy and a time of desire
Raphael my brother and myself
We reach the small yard without strength
of Rabbi Shimon
A biting wind and almost no people
With a heart full of hope we enter the holy place
Hello Rabbi Shimon
This is me, this is Rafael
We came from afar and don't really know how to pray
This is a mother who fades like this Raphael and his voice cracks
Rabbi Shimon deserves to be trusted in times of need

A black ball explodes in my stomach
My brother Raphael is crying on my shoulder
We have no mother but her
I'm so angry in the dark
Rain on a drumming tin

The words were blocked and the tears dried up
Suddenly, in the darkness, Raphael's eyes light up
I remember he tells me that trip in the sands
How father and mother used to sing in two voices

Seven in the morning on the old conductive road
Pal my brother and myself
Waiting for the car to take us
Hurry to mom

 

[Squanto Airi]

I know I've posted part of the Cherubikon, but this rendition is rather sobering and powerful.

 

[HahaYes]

 

[Rome's rightful successor]

 

[Elysian]

 

[Squanto Airi]

 

[Rome's rightful successor]