Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

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

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

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

Born of jackal in the
To a loathsome
I have 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 hellish stench of in the dozens

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

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

Mountaineers that so far
For a grown from reach
That love herself is
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 hellish stench of Judas in the

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 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, evil
Great hopes of a shark eyed people
of the world now flicker and die

Impaled in the race in the paling
Where forked pricked the skies
Choking on these words as I to their ear
As lightning strikes their 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 to your knees
And fuck you

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

I am the
I am the
I am the