Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tangled are the
That spare the virgin
From the waking grasp of
In the

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

in one sole tower
Where the of a rod
Stays the sleeping
From the fingers of the mob

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

Bouquets for greed and law
Handmaidens of a war
on a thousand 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 bleeding
The hammer of the in the prophet's teeth
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 face
Where tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these words as I 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

Territorial
Ever stealing for religious causes
I will bring you all down to knees
And fuck you

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