Luyện nghe bài hát Goblet Of Gore

As the madman we all who writhed on a crucifix
I too have sacrificed by death and her tricks
Pursue the 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 pills shall I seven hills?
the horns into place call upon the human race
And I would pray: which art in heaven above hallowed be thy name
Thy violence come mayhem be done on as it has in Rome
Give us this day our daily gore us for being poor
Cause maybe if we pay enough we can 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 your masses be masters of your fate
Be all you sow there is war in the shadows I am the master of hate
the final BLOW!!!
We the people destroy!!!
The my lord she shall not want she eateth though I wield
She creates the we are sheep in her field
Her cup runneth with my blood and she wants more
Death I am your filthy grail your OF GORE...
All that I sow... of horrorshow!