Luyện nghe bài hát God's Old Snake

Hangman to all
Make your
For mother lays on her deathbed
Death's rattle

What pale
Lurks in the
lover revelling in pox
That feeds on

old snake
We ask for a
A
A of hell
or from stone

We have to the ends of the earth
Slouched towards
daggers drawn

So your bitter pill and wait until dawn
The of flesh
of princes
Wine of

We are
The golden
Who the word of the devil
In the of man

If there is a under the earth
him from his fateless sleep
Through the glorious voids of earth
of fire, release me

I have stood at the top of the
Shook the four winds and your name
Walked dusty paths on hills
Gazed upon black and pressed holy flesh