Luyện nghe bài hát Goblet Of Gore

As the we all know who writhed on a crucifix
I too have been by death and her tricks
the grail to make a wish and drink from the goblet of gore
Souls are but small giblets please death for more?
In my anger ten more shall I gather seven hills?
Lock the horns into call upon the human race
And I would pray: bitch which art in heaven above be thy name
Thy come mayhem be done on Earth as it has in Rome
Give us this day our daily gore forgive us for poor
maybe if we pay enough we can wield upon the whore!
I met an alter side of myself he said I know all but I'm learning
I'm tired of quiet revolution I a violent yearning
So gather masses be masters of your fate
Be all that you sow there is war in the I am the master of hate
Delivering the BLOW!!!
We the people destroy!!!
The whore my lord she shall not want she eateth I wield
She the bondage we are sheep in her field
Her cup runneth with my blood and she wants more
Death I am your filthy grail GOBLET OF GORE...
All I sow... of this horrorshow!