Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

Mankind, the conqueror and
Swings the flag of primal to the winds
Titans of the myth that failed
Neanderthal for the flesh of war so frail

So weak, so hollow
The primal responds
The jester race

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

We, the plague of terra firma nature's and last mistake
Plant the seed and set the severed fruits awake
Burning like frozen
In God's graveland

So weak, so hollow
The primate flock
The race submits

For day of war is a failure for man
Enslaved into mordial
Illusions bleed their fetid cores
Bent to rotten extremes

the visionaire
Kill the
must die, yeah

The doves and the angels return to graves
With on their pestilent wings
While mushroom clouds haunt 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 rotten

Living the last days of end
From the of humanity
The graveland vultures