Luyện nghe bài hát Merchants Of Death

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

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

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

Fire and ice falls the sky
Raining on all human life
of fear to breed in the heart
Fractured to tear us apart

We want your holy war
Don't this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres burn
We don't want holy war

Everyone wants a
Nobody wants to pay the
Peace comes from sacrifice
Still the winds of war on

So many say that believe
Yet they don't prctise what preach
Power hunger spawned out of
Still the fires of burn on

Blasphemy done in god's own
Holy men never the blame
Seems like the has gone insane
the fires of hell burn on

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

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