Luyện nghe bài hát Blessed Are The Dead Whiche Dye In Lorde

Stare wide-eyed at dense pitch boiling by the art divine
Amniotic liquid of another
That flesh and can not inherit the kingdom of god
Behold the transformation,
Incise and devour your for all men are liars
Gnaw at the saintly visage of beloved
Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and
And do not cease until you swallowed her nose
Do not until the Baptist collects
quintessential drops, progeny of that torment,
And anoints you thrice... and anoints you thrice... and you
thrice...
Like a malignant tumour and sudden of cancer divine
A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption not inherit

Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: are the dead whiche dye in the

The of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law
The law of man is His and dominion...
We will submit ourselves Him
And walk in His ways
And immolate on altar the spirit of individuality
As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and
We grant you all human love, kiss the burden crushes our bones
And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your
What rewarde shall I unto the lorde,
For all the benefites that he hath doen me?