Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of The Meek

Best be prepared to meet maker
Best be prepared to face god
Justified unholy
of pride, you're robbed

No escape, too late
The crashes down
Do or die

to stop the blood flow
Still these just begun
Eternal seconds keep on
retinas, a black collapsed lung

No escape, too late
The crashes down
Do or die

All your
Won't match the wasted
Of isolation in due
I will ingest your
my starvation

All present and for
Hush, do not
For tonight I a glass
To the death of the

We are the
And we the sign
Their weapons are
Our our mind

No you believe
How you inspire
set to be free
Our desire

You be imprisoned
No, you won't be
You be stripped of your language
Or your name

No more inner
No more spite
No more of the blood stained
Of your ancestral

Comatose, your eyes grow
A paralyzing fear that
Stripped of your pathetic
Robbed of your will

Artifact, way of thinking
Your bones hang up my wall
Another empire
The most one of all

No escape, it's too
The hammer down
Do or die

In due time I will mankind
my starvation