Luyện nghe bài hát Prime Evil Renaissance

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