Luyện nghe bài hát Behind The Crooked Cross

One man, one vision, purity,
madman or A mystery to me,
he who scorns the of
Blavatsky the cost,
there's more than
hides the crooked cross.

Our in prophecy
we by our mistakes,
through strata of society
the infiltrates,
hatred to the embers
'till the burns out of hand,
to spread the dark swiftly
'cross our 'Green and Pleasant

in ignorance,
out of is out of mind,
while children on city streets
the blind the blind,
they say your lost brother
all he touches to gold',
yet my 'brother' to kill me
out of so I am told.

My blood yours shall mingle,
our unify,
if our hearts are as one
we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of Peace' dead,
upon land our fathers bled,
and Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the of the peace
hacked to in the streets,
victims of the of man'.

History itself, of this fact I am sure,
defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so these words of warning
it is too late,
to preach the 'New
the of hate.

My blood with shall mingle,
our unify,
if our are joined as one
we can never die.

Now the 'Dove of lies dead,
upon land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies on the sand,
I see the keepers of the
to pieces in the streets,
victims of the of man'.

One condition, pure insanity?
a submission, embracing destiny,
by compulsion, powered by the Vril,
do not mock the Crooked Cross, its
is still.