Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

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

So weak, so hollow
The primal responds
The race submits

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 nature's and last mistake
Plant the poisoned seed and set the fruits awake
like frozen relics
In God's archaic

So weak, so hollow
The primate responds
The jester race

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

the visionaire
Kill the
Mankind must die,

The doves and the return to their graves
flames on their pestilent wings
While mushroom clouds haunt their virgin skies
To rape their dreams

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

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