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

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

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 submit unto Him
And henceforth in His ways
And immolate on thine the spirit of individuality
As thou, Lord, sacrifices and obedience
We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that our bones
And ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations
rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde,
For all the benefites that he hath doen me?