Luyện nghe bài hát March of the Martyrs

Suffer, suffer,
Suffer, suffer, suffer,

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

Like a sacrifice
We pay the

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

I'm burning and
The parasites are
It's me me versus them

Like whore, holy, loved,
Murdering the others now and
I am barren, fruitful, bored but rarely
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
will be wasted
All hate, all
The becomes sacred

the skin, push it in
Nothing be wasted

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

My heart starts
My starts reacting
I'm back in the fire

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

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

The devil may but I don't
No masters, no gods, no laws, no
I'm insignificant, I'm shiny and
I'm a freak, I'm a up, I'm martyring

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

Touch, taste,
Prick the skin, it in
will be wasted

Bred for the
The of the martyrs
Bred for the
The of the martyrs
Bred for the

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