Luyện nghe bài hát Falseface

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

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

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

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

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

Twenty leagues slowly fade,
Forever heed the raid.
Through the this blood runs dim,
No black souls show any grim.

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

Lay your guns the ground,
figure, unholy sounds.
Waste these upon the trench,
Bleeding the only stench.

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

You run to but there's 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