Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit

Macula
detergenda
Quisnam et deteget
veritates ?

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

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

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

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

A disgrace on the

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

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

A on the beyond
That can never be
Who shall rise and
The of Reality?

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

Sanguis tibi non iam perbibendus sit