Luyện nghe bài hát Prime Evil Renaissance

He would the whitedraped men
He would kill all men
He would the powers in control
to these jokers in this pathetic game
He choke the sleaze pig
He would shepherd the sheep off the
He crush all organs of speech
to start the of renewal
He would avenge the
He would crave protection
He sing the songs of darkness
to call it to manifest
He would "mirror" himself in the frost
He would its virtue
He would disable its of hurting him
to him that advantage
This would be the way of the
in order to create you must
We would greet the morning mist
We would smile at all dying
We would cherish each and every
and the return of Sin
We bow to the planet's Iconoclast
we would march the flag of Dominion and Hate
we burn all conspirators
and works with'em
We reveal the only truth
we would make really sorry
we show them Sovereignty in true fashion
and then be a reflection of their
We soak up the last joys of our lives
we would Hail that grotesque destiny we would on the last glory
and hope for to come