Luyện nghe bài hát Army Of The Dead

warm and at home, staring at the telly
their eyes are open wide and they're blind
of a show
a life take for granted
they live a life that someone else

why do they never
who's and pulling strings

to the thrill
of dreaming
slaves to the harlots they never have
at work
all for career
ready to be betray for a more

of the wheel
children of the
standing proud of nil
hanging on the
creatures of the
time will 'em back to Hell

they're going and around
and their life in the Army of the Dead
they keep spinning and around
and die day by day
for the Master of

Sundays at the
for their sinning
speaking words of faith to pagan
of belief
in African
fees are killing more than deeds

victims of the
of the evil
standing of being nil
on the wheel
creatures of the
time lead 'em back to Hell

going round and around
and spending their life in the Army of the
they keep around and around
and die day by day
for the Master of

they're going and around
and spending their life in the of the Dead
they keep around and around
and die day by day
for the Master of

daemon
fulgores gloriae
et
largitur