Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit

aeterintatis
Numquam
Quisnam et deteget
veritates ?

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

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

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

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

A disgrace on the

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

Deceive yourself by
to soft words cause no pain
Enrich yourself with views
Learned disdain

A disgrace on the
can never be undone
Who shall and unveil
The Facade of

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

Sanguis meus non iam perbibendus sit