Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

Mankind, the conqueror and
Swings the flag of primal to the winds
Titans of the power that failed
Neanderthal for the flesh of war so frail

So weak, so hollow
The primal flock
The jester race

For day of war is a failure for man
Enslaved into genes
bleed from their fetid cores
Bent to their 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 archaic

So weak, so hollow
The flock responds
The jester submits

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

Burn the
the ideologies
Mankind must die,

The doves and the angels return to their
With flames on their pestilent
While mushroom clouds haunt their virgin skies
To their Utopian dreams

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

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