Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis tibi non iam perbibendus sit

Macula
Numquam
Quisnam surget et
Imaginem ?

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

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

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

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

A disgrace on the

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

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

A disgrace on the
That can be undone
Who shall rise and
The of Reality?

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

Sanguis meus non iam perbibendus sit