Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

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

So weak, so hollow
The primal responds
The jester race

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

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

So weak, so hollow
The flock responds
The race submits

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

the visionaire
Kill the
must die, yeah

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

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

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