Luyện nghe bài hát Pity For The Pious

The pious pour their pure
I can a little cure
The burning flesh, the smell
I kiss the burnt in hell

I watch your fallen fate
As you sweat and you
I'm you but cannot feel
But one poke and you will squeal

Constantly consume
on to your closing tomb

No whiskey at your door
Not a for your whore
Not a word I can hear
The stench of shit tells me near

Constantly commits
Creep on to your tomb

God is gaping
Your God is
terror rises
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your rises
To no

Mirror mirror on the
are in the hall
Mirror on the wall
Take off that blindfold, face all

mirror on the wall
Dope in the mall
mirror on the wall
Hold on tight, I'll you all

commits consume
Creep on to closing tomb

Your God is
God is waiting
Your rises
To no

Your God is
God is waiting
Your terror
To no

God is gaping
Your God is
Your terror
To no

Your God is
Your God is
terror rises
To no