Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit

Macula
detergenda
Quisnam surget et
Imaginem ?

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

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

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

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

A disgrace on the

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

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

A on the beyond
can never be undone
Who shall and unveil
The of Reality?

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

meus tibi non iam perbibendus sit