Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit

aeterintatis
Numquam
Quisnam surget et
Imaginem ?

created religious inventions
To give their a glimmer of hope
And to ease fear of dying
And people religious intentions
to feel superior and to have a license to kill

Our desire to die is
Than all your for life
There is no away from it now
true faith survives

People created religious
To give their a glimmer of hope
And to their fear of dying
And people created ascensions
To subject the others and to enslave, just to enrich themselves

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

A disgrace on the

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

yourself by yielding
to words that cause no pain
Enrich yourself with different
Learned disdain

A on the beyond
can never be undone
Who rise and unveil
The Facade of

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

Sanguis meus non iam perbibendus sit