Luyện nghe bài hát Pray Your Gods

I give 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 now your love

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

I feel my body weakened by the
As turn to Gods of cruel design
Is it that fear the pain of death?
Or could it be they fear the joy of

Pray your Gods who'll hold you by your
For they are quick and ruthless
Or lay upon my now your love

my day is done
There are armies on
Be quick, my