Luyện nghe bài hát Plague Of Procreation

In the of distortions
our doom
Images set us
false in truth
Swords from lands
Are wet blood
An invades us
The great has come
Leaders of the twisted
Backwards in their
Bind upon chain
of the prophet's vision

The of Procreation
The white satin
The Plague of
On it is done
In a madman's
Destruction's
This inside our veins
Only desire
Through shallow vast
Crying pray for death
ruins that never collapse
In the face of regret