Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit

Macula
detergenda
Quisnam surget et
Imaginem ?

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

Our to die is stronger
all your desire for life
There is no getting from it now
Only true survives

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

It matter where we die
It doesn't that you cry
We'll take you us

A on the beyond

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

Deceive by yielding
to soft words cause no pain
Enrich with different views
Learned without

A disgrace on the
can never be undone
Who shall rise and
The of Reality?

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

Sanguis tibi non iam perbibendus sit