Luyện nghe bài hát I Will Become The Reaping

Like maggots, they breed with headlines, the wounds in breathless cadavers.
Mirror blind and aimed for gold. Now watch a turn on its own.
race. And they race to the carcass rot to feed.
And just decay, this design delivers life, but they prefer to play cancer.
In chase for the sky, towers uprise. In fear, the earth quakes for forgot.
They cut like the butchers, with pride as their cleavers, as the tide prowls shores.
They never when we screamed, "Wash the blood from your hands.
Rip off the veils. Wash the blood your hands and run, see what you forgot."
Then the clouds met the as the cyclones began.
In epic charge rose the hordes, all and thorns.
As the stone from their walls broke legs as crawled.
The stars had no mercy, they screamed for blood in fall.
Six eyes pierce the and now...
24 teeth in each of the 3 72 white knives your new ending.
24 teeth in each of the 3 makes 72 white knives new ending.
every slaughter bring your kingdom home.
With slaughter bring your kingdom home.
How are we deserving pain we are feeling?
How are we this pain with healing?
And on these symphonies of agony...
you see? We're still demanding self-pity.
Look to the of the things surrounding.
We're the only ones, the only ones who keep growing.
One day the reaping return, and we'll be butchers no more.
Bring this slaughter home, and everything above