Luyện nghe bài hát Pravus

Drooling of led
Armed with belief
Sharp munition spat from our
Malignancy rounds, fire

Black, bile
Seeping wounds of souls
not pissing out fast enough
To quench our for it to bleed us dry

Vile, menacing intent
Repulsive belligerence shot from toxic
Blatant for all but self
flaunting the depravity of a race condemned, malign

Iterate, repeat these, my
Recite the of late
I will corrupt and
Vitiate, dispirit, debase,

Souls with hateful intent
The deceitful spawn, of lies
By the poisoned nails of stung
If granted the to injure, if granted the will to harm
The blades of inexhaustibly swung