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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mountaineers strive so far
For a Heaven from reach
love herself is fabled
To be missing from peaks

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

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

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

I am the
I am the
I am the

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

Saint disgustus, president
Great white hopes of a shark people
of the world now flicker and die

Impaled in the in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the
Choking on these words as I 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

thieves
Ever stealing thunder for religious
I will bring you all down to knees
And fuck you

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

I am the
I am the
I am the