Luyện nghe bài hát Falseface

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

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

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

War raging beside roaring seas,
While you still on bloody knees.
Beg the don't skin you alive,
God won't you so ****ing hide!

Blood 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 this runs dim,
No more black show any grim.

Trapped in lies are these that ties,
Free your soul, the dead and die!
You see no more, no care.
Blood once splattered everywhere.

Lay guns along the ground,
figure, unholy sounds.
Waste these days the trench,
Bleeding the only stench.

bodies feel dead, but with fear they run
From the rapid of the holy gun.
It strikes you down, you know done,
Product of to your "heavenly son".

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