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

Brother will brother
Spilling blood across the
for religion
Something I don't

Fools like me, who the sea
And come to lands
Ask the sheep, for beliefs
Do you kill on God's

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

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

wars

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

Wage the war on organized
Sneak attacks, down the rocks
Behind the
Some people to employ me
Some live to destroy me
Either way die. They die

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

Fill the cracks in, judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't 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 lack of killers.
Mercy killings, mercy
Killers killers
Next thing you know they'll my thoughts away.