Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

The in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the
The nail in the coffin of the
I am the lot

Maniacal the
That inside my soul
When dripping of hate
Envenomed,

carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My runs with the beasts
no crescent, cross or wandering star
Shalt witness my

Born of in the Vatican
To a flock
I have behind the drapes
And a wizard is not

Just a flag blackened by
Singing that have led
A that soon dominions over
Desert of the dead

I smell the du malcontent
The stench of Judas in the dozens

Bouquets for and twisted law
of a holy war
Bring on a thousand more
I am the

Tangled are the
spare the virgin heart
From the grasp of rapists
In the

Mountaineers that so far
For a Heaven grown from
That herself is fabled
To be missing their peaks

Save in one tower
Where the of a rod
Stays the beauty
From the fingers of the mob

I the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench of Judas in the

for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a war
on a thousand roses more
I am the

I am the
I am the
I am the

I am the Spear of
The of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a bleeding
The of the gods in the prophet's teeth
I am the

Saint disgustus, evil
Great white hopes of a eyed people
of the world now flicker and die

Impaled in the race in the paling
Where forked tongues the skies
on these words as I slither to their ear
As lightning strikes their minds

I am not the of god
I am the
I am not the of god
I am the

Territorial
stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to knees
And you over

Bouquets for and twisted law
of a holy war
Bring on a roses more
I am the

I am the
I am the
I am the