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

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

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

Twenty thousand leagues fade,
Forever the bloody raid.
Through the cracks this runs dim,
No more black souls any grim.

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

Lay your along the ground,
figure, unholy sounds.
Waste these days the trench,
fear the only stench.

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

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