Luyện nghe bài hát Immaculate Murder

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

Of all great sins in paradox
Salvation of sins by God

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

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

It doesn't matter how many I die,