Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Mantra

Through centuries their wars.
Armed with crucifixes. with dogmas.
Ravaging, cursing and murdering Proteus.
I heard faith is a weapon. To or kill?
If you want me, find me a not raised from ruins.
Find me a god non dirty hands.
And I will be assassin.

Eternal struggle - of souls.
Seven billions of souls. And is no free trade.
If god is a ware, who is the
Innocent with familiar face
Is kindly trying to a bargain.
Priceless currency, for sale.
A offer?!
Who likes tales?

Instinct for destruction.
will muffle their screams.
Good Lord will this blood.
divinity demands sacrifice.
Every needs divine purposes.
This is mantra.
A rite.

Divided by symbols, possessed by
cut for power,
Rebels choked on their
Temples in red stone
Altars from looted
Sanctification by
Absolution by
Saviors on their thrones
The reaper's around
circle rolls on

I see the cultures - fed by the earth breast
I see the races - watered by the same earth
I see all the nations - sharing the same breath (as me)
I saw civilizations burnt - their blood soaked into earth
I saw gods from their ashes
different names
I saw devouring
by fear of otherness.