Luyện nghe bài hát Heathen

The streets and the
The of woe
The of hatred
Are out of

The lurk in the
Alone in the
A sickly perversion,
not in sight

(Bible passage)

He he streets
Different in hand
He for victims
Befriends the
the world of
The disease
Laughing out
their pleas

Victims of the
Have been clearly marked and aside

Many body parts frozen
Simply a waste of life

Eating the flesh of the
The taste of
the brains of desertion
Forever
the hearts of the weakened society
Killing the for pleasure now

Raping the dead so silent
A twist of
A wave of sick
A question of give and

Taxpayers just
Feed the deathly row
The chair gathers
As they age in cell

Documented often

Skip the and go unsolved
Morbid visions, gross
the cause of death

You heathen!
Go back to hell, where you fucking from!