Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of The Meek

Best be prepared to meet maker
Best be prepared to your god
unholy nightmare
Crucified of pride, you're

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

Cauterize to stop the blood
Still these tortures begun
seconds keep on repeating
Charred retinas, a black collapsed

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

All your
Won't the wasted years
Of in due time
I will your kind
my starvation

All and accounted for
Hush, do not
For tonight I a glass
To the of the meek

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

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

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

No more inner
No bitter spite
No more of the stained walls
Of your pride

Comatose, eyes grow vacant
A paralyzing that builds
Stripped of pathetic icons
of your heroic will

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

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

In due time I will ingest
my starvation