Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

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

Maniacal the
That weaves inside my
dripping tongues of hate
Envenomed,

Like carpet bombs in vast
My blood with the beasts
Though no crescent, or wandering star
Shalt my defeat

Born of in the Vatican
To a loathsome
I have behind the drapes
And a wizard is not

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

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

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

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

in one sole tower
Where the of a rod
the sleeping beauty
From the prying of the mob

I smell the 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

I am the
I am the
I am the

I am the Spear of
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 hopes of a shark eyed people
of the world now flicker and die

Impaled in the in the paling face
Where tongues pricked the skies
on these words as I slither 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

Territorial
stealing thunder for religious causes
I will you all down to your knees
And you over

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

I am the
I am the
I am the