Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory's Sainthood

Do you feel alive now you own the dead
on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on starving face
Your deception's us a way to separate

The from their hate, the rich from the stone
Genuflect away the sins that we've
Sure one percent rules but heaven's of gold
So it up to folly and consequence alone

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

And what gives us the right to feed with for a God
created, a God for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding
Out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds, blasphemy as
Out we've asked for it for more of the

Sad scheme of ghettos by the power elite
For our minds and souls burning, no
For freedom just more of the same