Luyện nghe bài hát A Oris Manes

Why do they

In this day I shuffle your madness, show the card, the you will see.
As is only right make you this bitter prophecy.

Mouths shall be favourite weapons, but you blab and fill'em woth cocks.
Men you could defy with a gaze only scrap or clocks.

Ancestors bring up from Hell, and blood is raining like spears.
Their sixth sense is crying out anger its harsh objection.

Ears blow up as you turn bullshits on, taking excuse to be deaf.
Rather than open them you mourn but forget the dead.

Really like decaying carcass, and you still pretend is incense.
hands of shinings gems can hold shit while they pray the saints.

Ancestors still bring up Hell, and blood is raining like spears.
Their sixth sense is crying out with anger its objection.

are empty sad souls.
Screaming
(x3) souls!!!