Luyện nghe bài hát Acolyte March

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