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
the grail to make a wish and drink from the goblet of gore
Souls are but small please death care for more?
In my anger ten more pills shall I gather hills?
the horns into place call upon the human race
And I pray: bitch which art in heaven above hallowed be thy name
Thy violence come mayhem be done on Earth as it has in
Give us this day our daily gore forgive us for poor
Cause maybe if we pay enough we can wield the whore!
I met an alter side of myself he I don't know all but I'm learning
I'm tired of quiet revolution I feel a violent
So your masses be masters of your fate
Be all that you sow there is war in the shadows I am the master of
the final BLOW!!!
We the shall destroy!!!
The whore my lord she shall not she eateth though I wield
She creates the we are sheep in her field
Her cup runneth over my blood and she wants more
Death I am filthy grail your GOBLET OF GORE...
All I sow... of this horrorshow!