Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory's Sainthood

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

The poor from hate, the rich from the stone
Genuflect away the sins that known
Sure one rules but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to and consequence alone

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

And what us the right to feed with 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 by the power elite
For our minds and souls burning, no
For freedom just more of the same