Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

Mankind, the conqueror and
Swings the flag of glory to the winds
of the power myth that failed
Neanderthal hunger for the 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 their cores
to their rotten extremes, oh

We, the plague of terra firma grand and last mistake
the poisoned seed and set the severed fruits awake
Burning like relics
In God's graveland

So weak, so hollow
The primate flock
The jester race

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

Burn the
Kill the
Mankind die, yeah

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

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

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