Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

The in the eye of the hurricane
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 bombs in bazaars
My blood with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross or wandering
Shalt my defeat

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

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

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

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

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

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

Save in one sole
the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping
From the prying of the mob

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

disgustus, president evil
Great white hopes of a shark people
Lights of the now flicker and die

in the race in the paling face
Where tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these as I slither 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 thunder for religious
I bring you all down to your 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