Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

The needle in the eye of the
The poison in the
The in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot

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

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

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

Just a white blackened by
Singing that have led
A faith that dominions over
kingdoms of the dead

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

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

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

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

Save in one sole
the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping
the prying fingers of the mob

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

Bouquets for and twisted law
of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses
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 sinus
The of the gods in the prophet's teeth
I am the

Saint disgustus, evil
Great white hopes of a shark eyed
Lights of the now flicker and die

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

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

thieves
Ever stealing for religious causes
I will bring you all down to knees
And you over

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