Luyện nghe bài hát March of the Martyrs

Suffer, suffer,
Suffer, suffer, suffer,

You know
I suffer, so you won't
You will
I suffer, so you don't
I will

a human sacrifice
We pay the

And it begins like this time
My heart reacting
My soul starts
I'm in fire again

I'm and bleeding
The parasites are
me versus me versus them

Like whore, holy, loved,
Murdering the now and then
I am barren, fruitful, but rarely useful
A sinner seeking manic

The devil may care but I
No masters, no gods, no laws, no
I'm insignificant, I'm and unique
I'm a freak, I'm a fuck up, I'm

Touch, taste,

Prick the skin, it in
Nothing will be
All hate, all
The becomes sacred

Prick the skin, it in
Nothing will be

Touch, taste,
And you will see, you will
We will heal

My starts collapsing
My soul starts
I'm in the fire again

I'm burning and
The are feeding
It's me me and all of them

I am whore, holy, loved,
Murdering the others I been
I am barren, fruitful, but really useful
A sinner seeking martyrdom

The devil may care but I
No masters, no gods, no laws, no
I'm insignificant, I'm shiny and
I'm a freak, I'm a fuck up, I'm

the skin, push it in
Nothing will be
All my hate, all my
The cloak becomes

Touch, taste,
the skin, push it in
Nothing be wasted

for the slaughter
The of the martyrs
Bred for the
The march of the
for the slaughter

You will
I will suffer, so you
You know
I suffer, so you don't
I suffer, so you don't
I suffer, so you don't