Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Mantra

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

struggle - exchange of souls.
Seven of souls. And there is no free trade.
If god is a ware, who is the
Innocent merchant familiar face
Is kindly trying to a bargain.
currency, salvation for sale.
A offer?!
Who likes fairy

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

Divided by symbols, possessed by
cut for power,
Rebels choked on their
Temples carved in red
from looted gold
Sanctification by
by doom
Saviors impaled on their
The reaper's dancing
circle rolls on

I see the cultures - fed by the same breast
I see the races - by the same earth veins
I see all the chosen nations - 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
Driven by of otherness.