Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen From Grace

The wind of transformed the plains into the desert
And on the levels demons scream delight
Places of have ceased to serve the purpose
The age of took a ride into the night
Where there were there is idleness
Unholy churches light their upon the moor
sealed the pact with blood and honour
The machine spits blood and lurches war

We have fallen, it leaves such an taste
Erectus is now crawling, we have from grace

is a black tree in the wilderness
Older than time itself and riddled disease
It feeds on blood and rotting flesh
The we all seem too willing to appease
When all you lose their heads into the block
When e'en the proudest bend knees before the flock
They seek salvation in the depths of madmen's
deep in blood and gore they look toward the skies

They the means by which to transform the gods
Burnt the books, created camps on the way
A new from the ashes of the old
A social order one of and slaves
They dreamt of everyman, we have regressed
Into the that can't perceive the will
Look at the embryo, so and grotesque
This is your superman, the to kill

We have fallen, the losers in the human
Erectus is now crawling, we have from grace