Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

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

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

Like carpet bombs in vast
My runs with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross or star
Shalt witness my

of jackal in the Vatican
To a loathsome
I have crept the drapes
And a wizard is not

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

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

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

are the thickets
That spare the heart
From the waking grasp of
In the

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

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

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

Bouquets for and twisted 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 of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a sinus
The hammer of the gods in the teeth
I am the

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

in the race in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the
Choking on these words as I slither to 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 thunder 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