Luyện nghe bài hát Falseface

fraternity,
Birth of disaster.
Bless god, and call 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 religion slowly die.
Feel your spill on the cross,
sections forever lost.

War raging beside roaring seas,
While you still pray on knees.
Beg the blades 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 storm of a bloody gale.

thousand leagues slowly fade,
Forever heed the raid.
the cracks this blood 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 again splattered everywhere.

Lay guns along the ground,
Glorified figure, sounds.
Waste these days the trench,
Bleeding fear the stench.

These bodies feel dead, but with they run
From the rapid of the holy gun.
It strikes you down, you you're 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,
This is the end, it's your to choke.
Bleed dry you ****er
Bleed this sky dry