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

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

Say it loud the paradigm: Blessed 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 ourselves unto Him
And walk in His ways
And immolate on thine altar the of individuality
As thou, Lord, sacrifices and obedience
We you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones
And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your
What rewarde shall I unto the lorde,
For all the that he hath doen unto me?