Luyện nghe bài hát Immaculate Murder

To across the haords
The of intolerance
Mans realized in hate
The day was hanged.

Of all great sins in paradox
Salvation of by sacrificing God

Thirty nine stripes his beaten back
And you can't me one second
One second of precious (time)

wrists, broken, whipped bloody,
Speared and bruised, of thorns.
Slaughtered as a lamb and all to rise

It doesn't matter how many I die,