Luyện nghe bài hát Prophecies Of Fire

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

The have the power coiled in illusion
A gift of beautiful sin
Paint the whore with the of Eden
time to face the end of the world

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

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

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

We have too close to the sun
But in space even angels can get
Lunacy breeds in fire
No hope for mankind as the expire