Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

The in the eye of the hurricane
The in the font
The in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot

the fire
That weaves inside my
When dripping of hate
Envenomed,

carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My blood runs the beasts
Though no crescent, cross or wandering
Shalt my defeat

of jackal in the Vatican
To a flock
I have crept the drapes
And a there is not

a white flag blackened by
Singing that have led
A faith soon dominions over
Desert kingdoms of the

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

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

are the thickets
That spare the virgin
From the waking of rapists
In the

that strive so far
For a Heaven grown reach
That love is fabled
To be missing from their

Save in one tower
the presence of a rod
Stays the beauty
From the prying of the mob

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

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

I am the
I am the
I am the

I am the of Longinus
The of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet's
I am the

disgustus, president evil
Great white hopes of a shark people
Lights of the now flicker and die

Impaled in the race in the face
Where tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these as I slither to their ear
As lightning strikes blinded minds

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

Territorial
Ever stealing for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your
And you over

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

I am the
I am the
I am the