Luyện nghe bài hát March of the Martyrs

Suffer, suffer,
Suffer, suffer, suffer,

You know
I will suffer, so you
You will
I will suffer, so you
I suffer

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 are breeding
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 shiny and
I'm a freak, I'm a fuck up, I'm

Touch, taste,

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

Prick the skin, it in
Nothing will be

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

My heart starts
My soul reacting
I'm back in the again

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

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

The may care but I don't
No masters, no gods, no laws, no
I'm insignificant, I'm and unique
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 cloak sacred

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

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

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