Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory's Sainthood

Do you feel alive now that you own the
Praying on their corpses, their no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving
Your deception's given us a way to

The poor from their hate, the rich from the
Genuflect away the sins we've known
Sure one percent rules but heaven's made of
So chalk it up to folly and consequence

Do we really want what we really a bastard messiah
Wrapped up in the of patriotic clean white washed desire
And every time the real war's defined, the are filled
To hide battle lines, torches to and bridges to torture
Headlines what we see as our borders

And what gives us the right to feed remorse for a God
They created, a God for the poor, for we're bleeding
Out the devil in angelic shrouds, blasphemy as speaking
Out we've for it for more of the same

Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power
For our minds and burning, no longer
For freedom invoked just of the same