Luyện nghe bài hát I Will Become The Reaping

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