Luyện nghe bài hát Brainstorm

God's me
This storm cleanse me
Civilized I not be
By holy strain of laws

I fall the earth
I smell the ancient's
The encircle me
They speak my in tongues

For I'm no now
I burn the conform
The are pleased with me
They speak my name in

I am the
I know the texts
Thunder
race into my eyes

Azazel, lend to me your of twelve
I shall fly the storm
I, son of fire, in anger
The bolts that strike the earth

I am the
I the texts divine
Thunder
Demons race my eyes