Luyện nghe bài hát Gods To The Godless

I have one desire let it be, a pestilence your lands
A upon all your houses, it is my wish
To enslave all your people, the soil enriched their blood
To burn places of worship our Gods shall become your Gods

All that lives on the vine is rotten, may wines be foul
And your bread as the flesh of the
An ill wind to bring, bought but
And the of your slaughtered kin

The newborn, borne with in their eyes
And slavery in their limbs as to build a new empire
We are your cross to bear, you shall be a martyred people
But as sure as the night follows the day, a people

The desire to sweep what is sacred and profane
To and embrace tragedy, to embed it deep
Within the of generations