Luyện nghe bài hát Gods To The Godless

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

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

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

The desire to away what is sacred and profane
To enforce and embrace tragedy, to it deep
Within the subconscious of