Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

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

So weak, so minded
The primal flock
The jester submits

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

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

So weak, so hollow
The primate responds
The jester race

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

Burn the
the ideologies
Mankind must die,

The and the angels return to their graves
With flames on their wings
mushroom clouds haunt their virgin white skies
To rape their dreams

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

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