Luyện nghe bài hát Altars Of Doom

Shadows of our
Thorny streets
A of drunk undertakers
Digging their own

The altar of tongues
Of fluent
of suffering
Of the
The of grey sick faces
Jerking the
Which them
In constant
day struggles
With darkness for
disperse
As comes the night
The last
Of the dying
Locked in the sockets of empty
The small, the weak, the
for the Messiah
Go from his feet
of pain
Of the
impressed
In
And ashes with blood