Luyện nghe bài hát Merging with Sword, Onto Them

The essence of
Merging with sword, onto
And the garment like the morning
Dipped in the of men
Made as the filth of the
And overwhelming to vision

the agents of torment
Veins filled the serum of prophesy
the agents of torment
Eyes weeping the tears of
Become the agents of
Ears with the semen of prophesy

Ultimate acts of intimacy
Nary a soul left the punishment
now full of yours
Surrounded by their own
Let no warning sound from the trumpets of
Become the of the end for the land of the living
Delivered to those of the whole of the globe

From the of all
claims those who call for it
And none escape this

Be as shadows the nations
And great mourning

Wings upon upon wings
men to die
Filled with iniquity and
the holy mountain of god
And it's fiery
down from capsized center
Raise this to the ashes of the world
Still hemorrhaging from the of rhema
Dwelling the hand of desolation
Merging the sword, them
The apparent
And of delicious agony
The whole of the race
as T-lymphocytes