Luyện nghe bài hát Nothing To Regret

The smell of death is all
Cold violence we
The deads, man for breakfast
Shall life these bodies of the truth
Abused visions and dreams
From this pain and
Just to summon up the dead
Condemned to the capital

You rule the
You drink their
Betray their
You think

Nothing to
Wounds are fresh
Illusions of
The of your destiny

Prophesies of
The reverance died within
are creeping upon you
Hatred seeping through
You want to be the blast
no promises that will last
Feel mindless pain
To the epicentre of my

You the world
You their blood
Betray their
You think

Nothing to
Wounds are fresh
Illusions of
The of your destiny

You rule the
You drink their
their souls
You you've

to regret
Wounds are bleeding
of freedom
The symbols of your