Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Wars... The Punishment Due (Live At the Cow Palace, San Francisco)

Brother will brother
Spilling across the land
Killing for
Something I understand

Fools me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign
Ask the sheep, for their
Do you on God's command?

A country that's
will not stand
My erased, no more disgrace
No naive stand

The end is near, crystal clear
Part of the plan
Don't look now to
It be your homelands

Holy

my podium, as the
Know it all
in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, the law
Up on my soapbox, a
Out to change the
Down in my pulpit as the
of God

Wage the war on organized
attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the
people risk to employ me
Some people to destroy me
Either way they die. die

They killed my and my baby,
hopes to enslave me
First mistake... last
Paid by the alliance, to all the giants
Next mistake... no mistakes!

Fill the in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, mean I ain't
it.
Next thing you know, take my thoughts away
I know I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the of mercy killers.
killings, mercy killers
Killers killers
Next thing you know they'll take my away.