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 tongues of hate
Envenomed,

carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My blood runs with the
Though no crescent, cross or star
Shalt my defeat

Born of 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
Desert kingdoms of the

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

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

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

Mountaineers that so far
For a Heaven grown reach
love herself is fabled
To be missing from 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 of Judas in the dozens

Bouquets for and twisted law
Handmaidens of a 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, president
Great white hopes of a shark eyed
Lights of the now flicker and die

Impaled in the in the paling face
forked tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these words as I slither to 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
Ever stealing thunder for religious
I will bring you all to your knees
And fuck you

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

I am the
I am the
I am the