Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit

Macula
Numquam
Quisnam surget et
veritates ?

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

Our to die is stronger
Than all desire for life
is no getting away from it now
Only true faith

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

It matter where we die
It matter that you cry
take you with us

A on the beyond

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

yourself by yielding
to soft that cause no pain
Enrich yourself different views
Learned disdain

A disgrace on the
That can be undone
Who shall rise and
The of Reality?

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

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit