Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecies Of Fire

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

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

We have flown too to the sun
But in even angels can get burned

As death rains upon them
the streets in a cloudburst of blood
Black leather smoke up my nostrils
Tingling with death's

It leaks out through the
In the cold asphalt of the city of sin
upon the images of molten massacre
As the machineries of grind relentlessly on

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