Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecies Of Fire

Born from the blind, delusional
Bite the that feeds the lie
The is severed, burned is the truth
Open your eyes God hates you

The serpents have the power coiled in
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 space even can get burned

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

It out through the cracks
In the cold asphalt sidewalks of the of sin
Feast upon the 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 mankind as the expire