Luyện nghe bài hát Falseface

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty thousand leagues fade,
heed the bloody raid.
Through the cracks this blood dim,
No more black show any grim.

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

Lay guns along the ground,
figure, unholy sounds.
Waste these upon the trench,
fear the only stench.

These bodies feel dead, but with fear run
From the rapid of the holy gun.
It you down, you know you're done,
of praying 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