Luyện nghe bài hát Graveland

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

So weak, so hollow
The primal flock
The jester submits

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

We, the plague of terra firma nature's grand and last
Plant the poisoned seed and set the severed fruits
Burning like frozen
In archaic graveland

So weak, so minded
The flock responds
The jester submits

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

Burn the
the ideologies
Mankind must die,

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

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

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