Luyện nghe bài hát Prime Evil Renaissance

He would the whitedraped men
He kill all holly men
He would the powers in control
to these jokers in this pathetic game
He would the sleaze pig
He shepherd the sheep off the cliff
He would crush all of speech
to start the process of
He avenge the dead
He would crave divine
He would the songs of darkness
to upon it to manifest
He would "mirror" in the tundra frost
He would its virtue
He would its ways of hurting him
to give him that
This be the way of the misanthrope
in order to create you must
We would greet the morning mist
We would smile at all life
We cherish each and every moment
and the return of Sin
We would bow to the Iconoclast
we march under the flag of Dominion and Hate
we burn all conspirators
and their works
We would the only truth
we would make them sorry
we would show them in true fashion
and be a reflection of their loss
We would soak up the last of our lives
we would Hail that destiny we would walk on the last glory
and hope for to come