Luyện nghe bài hát Merging with Sword, Onto Them

The of seraphim
Merging sword, onto them
And the seamless like the morning
in the blood of men
Made as the of the world
And overwhelming to vision

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

Ultimate of perverted intimacy
Nary a left without the punishment
Mountains now full of
Surrounded by own graves
Let no sound from the trumpets of gold
the beginning of the end for the land of the living
Delivered to those of the whole of the globe

From the of all
Also claims who call for it
And none shall escape

Be as amongst the nations
And cause great

Wings upon upon wings
men to die
Filled with and perfection
Swallowing the holy of god
And it's stones
Incense down capsized center
Raise this voice to the of the world
Still from the intoxication of rhema
Dwelling within the hand of
Merging the sword, onto
The heir
And inflicter of agony
The of the human race
as T-lymphocytes