Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus non iam perbibendus sit

Macula
Numquam
surget et deteget
Imaginem ?

People created inventions
To give lives a glimmer of hope
And to ease fear of dying
And created religious intentions
Only to feel superior and to have a license to

Our desire to die is
Than all your desire for
There is no getting away it now
Only faith survives

People created inventions
To give lives a glimmer of hope
And to ease their fear of
And created religious ascensions
To the others and to enslave, just to further enrich themselves

It matter where we die
It matter that you cry
We'll you with us

A disgrace on the

O servator,
Te coluimus, Odor atrox quo nons superfundis intolerabilis est

Deceive yourself by
to words that cause no pain
Enrich yourself with different
Learned without

A on the beyond
That can be undone
Who rise and unveil
The Facade of

Is still room for new dents in old wrecks?
A disgrace on the beyond that can never be
Deceive yourself by to soft words
Enrich yourself by making up own mind

Sanguis tibi non iam perbibendus sit