Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

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

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

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

Born of in the Vatican
To a loathsome
I crept behind the drapes
And a there is not

Just a white flag by
weapons that have led
A faith that soon over
Desert kingdoms of the

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

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

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

Mountaineers strive so far
For a Heaven grown from
That love herself is
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 fleur du
The stench of Judas in the dozens

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

I am the
I am the
I am the

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

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

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

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

Territorial
Ever stealing thunder for religious
I bring you all down to your knees
And fuck you

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