Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

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

So weak, so minded
The flock responds
The jester race

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

We, the plague of terra firma grand and last mistake
Plant the poisoned seed and set the severed fruits
Burning like frozen
In God's archaic

So weak, so minded
The flock responds
The jester race

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

Burn the
Kill the
must die, yeah

The and the angels return to their graves
flames on their pestilent wings
While mushroom clouds haunt their white skies
To their Utopian dreams

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

the last days of evolution's end
From the nest of
The graveland vultures