Luyện nghe bài hát Bathory's Sainthood

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

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

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

And what gives us the to feed with remorse for a God
They created, a God for the poor, for we're bleeding
Out the hicks in angelic shrouds, blasphemy 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 just more of the same