Luyện nghe bài hát Prime Evil Renaissance

He would the whitedraped men
He would all holly men
He kill the powers in control
to waste these jokers in pathetic game
He would the sleaze pig
He would shepherd the off the cliff
He would crush all of speech
to the process of renewal
He would the dead
He would crave protection
He sing the songs of darkness
to call upon it to
He would "mirror" himself in the frost
He rape its virtue
He would disable its of hurting him
to give him that
This be the way of the misanthrope
in order to you must destroy
We greet the nuclear morning mist
We would at all life dying
We would cherish each and moment
and the return of Sin
We would bow to the Iconoclast
we would under the flag of Dominion and Hate
we would burn all
and their works
We reveal the only truth
we make them really sorry
we would show them Sovereignty in fashion
and then be a reflection of their
We would soak up the last joys of our
we Hail that grotesque destiny we would walk on the last glory
and hope for to come