Luyện nghe bài hát Falseface

fraternity,
Birth of disaster.
Bless your god, and him master!

Burn the heavens, without,
Show no mercy, shout.
Derange this face, of light,
Man made God the Christ.

Your beliefs, we call lies,
Watch your religion die.
Feel blood spill on the cross,
Holy sections lost.

War keeps raging roaring seas,
While you still pray on knees.
Beg the don't skin you alive,
God won't save you so hide!

runs dry through the sands,
massacre, 40 000 men.
Blood red eyes, tell some tale.
through the storm of a bloody summers gale.

thousand leagues slowly fade,
Forever heed the raid.
Through the cracks blood runs dim,
No more black show any grim.

Trapped in are these bonds that ties,
Free soul, open the dead and die!
You see no more, no care.
Blood again splattered everywhere.

Lay your guns the ground,
Glorified figure, sounds.
Waste days upon the trench,
fear the only stench.

These bodies feel dead, but with they run
From the fire of the holy gun.
It you down, you know you're done,
Product of to your "heavenly son".

You run to hide but no place,
You are the last of the race.
As you run is no hope,
is the end, it's your time to choke.
Bleed dry you ****er
Bleed ****ing sky dry