Luyện nghe bài hát Generator

Spirit's molecules in the cosmos
(while) the dead man stand upon his burning bed
Death used it's one time more and he fucked us all!
And the gates are

Spirit's floats in the cosmos
(while) the dead white man stand his burning bed
Death used it's dices one more and he fucked us all!
And the are open

& M. Fabban chorus:]
Bellum omnium omnes
Bis vincit qui se vincit in

The is empty
The start to explore the never ending valley
Where the dead-man touch the sun

Strong is the cry coming from the Vril
Peccatorum
Peccatorum!

Air is dirty... radioactive and
Millions and millions of
Millions and millions of

Echoes the terrestrial surface
Digital vibes, electric impulses and lights

Generated from the vomit
And the dead white man is
down?
... when illusions through it's vis logica
Giving back to a useless projection

While the dead white man stand his burning bed
is moving down
In the of the Planet Satan!
and Evil's assemblage
Velocity and
can combine!

The world is his
The white man is not in the world
The world is him.