Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory's Sainthood

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

The poor from their hate, the rich the stone
Genuflect away the that we've known
Sure one percent rules but made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and alone

Do we really want what we really need a bastard
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 gives us the right to feed with remorse for a God
created, a God for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding
Out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds, as speaking
Out asked for it for more of the same

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