Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

Mankind, the conqueror and
Swings the flag of primal glory to the
Titans of the power myth that
Neanderthal hunger for the flesh of war so

So weak, so minded
The primal flock
The jester race

For each day of war is a for man
into mordial genes
Illusions bleed from fetid cores
Bent to their extremes, oh

We, the plague of terra firma grand and last mistake
Plant the poisoned seed and set the severed awake
Burning like frozen
In archaic graveland

So weak, so minded
The primate flock
The jester race

For each day of war is a for man
Enslaved into genes
Illusions bleed from their cores
Bent to their rotten

the visionaire
Kill the
must die, yeah

The doves and the angels to their graves
With flames on pestilent wings
mushroom clouds haunt their virgin white skies
To rape their Utopian

For day of war is a failure for man
Enslaved into genes
bleed from their fetid cores
Bent to their extremes

Living the last days of end
From the nest of
The graveland rend