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

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

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

A country divided
Surely not stand
My past erased, no more
No foolish naive

The end is near, crystal clear
of the master plan
Don't now to Israel
It might be your

wars

my podium, as the
Know it all
Down in my seat of
bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a
Out to the world
Down in my pulpit as the
of God

Wage the war on crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the
Behind the
Some risk to employ me
Some people to destroy me
Either way die. They die

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

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