Luyện nghe bài hát Merchants Of Death

Crusaders in white, red they wear
of light, in god's name they dare
Acolytes of God or
By the churches' law merchants of

Nightmare-like out of their
Visions drive them insane
war inside their head
Holy men who with the dead

We don't want your war
need this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres evermore
We don't want holy war

Fire and ice from the sky
Raining on all human life
Words of fear to in the heart
Fractured lies to tear us

We want your holy war
Don't neeed this bloodshed
The funeral pyres evermore
We want your holy war

Everyone a paradise
Nobody to pay the price
only comes from sacrifice
Still the of war blow on

So many say they believe
Yet they don't what they preach
Power spawned out of greed
Still the fires of hell on

Blasphemy in god's own name
Holy men take the blame
Seems the world has gone insane
still the fires of hell on

Sands of are running out for us all
Free your mind we fall
Senselessly the war machine on
Bathory the dawn

We don't want holy war
Don't need this anymore
The funeral burn evermore
We don't want your war