Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecies Of Fire

Born from the blind, mind
Bite the hand that the lie
The garden is severed, is the truth
Open your 'cause God hates you

The serpents have the power in illusion
A gift of beautiful sin
the whore with the ashes of Eden
It's to face the end of the world

We flown too close to the sun
But in space even can get burned

As death rains upon them
Cleansing the in a cloudburst of blood
Black leather coils up my nostrils
Tingling death's surprise

It leaks out the cracks
In the asphalt sidewalks of the city of sin
Feast upon the images of massacre
As the of death grind relentlessly on

We have flown too to the sun
But in space even angels can get
Lunacy in silent fire
No hope for as the world expire