Luyện nghe bài hát Acolyte March

Hand over your city to me. I am the of all you profane, drop the gates !
the gates!
As your culture's from history.
Rain on the towers and slay all the living and blaze the embankments and raze suburb, your city belongs
to me, you see.
We stalk the ark as our shield,
your lifespan extends to days,
oh Jericho to waste ! Oh Jericho laid to waste !
You'll face the for your unbelief.
Your are a case of a tomb from a womb,
of an unholy union that you ,
you will see, you see,
your end is at your gates, your city to me.