Luyện nghe bài hát Pray Your Gods

I will the secrets you request
And you be the one to sacrifice
So lay olive arms upon my breast
And the poems, free the butterflies

Pray your Gods who ask you for blood
For are strong and angry jealous ones
Or lay upon my altar now love

I fear my is short
are armies moving close
Be quick, my

I feel my weakened by the years
As people to Gods of cruel design
Is it that they fear the of death?
Or could it be fear the joy of life

your Gods who'll hold you by your fear
For they are and ruthless punishers
Or lay upon my altar now your

Fear my day is
There are moving on
Be quick, my