Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

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

the fire
That weaves my soul
When tongues of hate
Envenomed,

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

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

Just a white blackened by
weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions
Desert of the dead

I smell the 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 grasp of rapists
In the

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

in one sole tower
Where the of a rod
the sleeping beauty
From the prying of the mob

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

Bouquets for greed and 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 sword of
up in arms, a bleeding sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet's
I am the

Saint disgustus, president
Great white hopes of a eyed people
Lights of the world now and die

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

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

Territorial
Ever thunder for religious causes
I will you all down to your knees
And fuck you

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

I am the
I am the
I am the