Luyện nghe bài hát Prophet Of Pestilence

["You me if I had a god-complex.
Let me tell you I am God!"]

out of nowhere
Like a new born child he
With wisdom greater than the
Some need to be
So we will follow
This force made of lights

He come with me into eternity
Share thing with me...

of pestilence
Holding on to the of the weak without
Forces of tyranny in the
In the dreams they rise right on

The calling
burning eyes of last
And they will fall down on their
The sign of the
Is in
To manipulate the holy

He ride the sky, into oblivion
all you have behind...

Prophet of
Holding on to the of the weak without
Forces of tyranny in the
In the dreams he will right on

Prophet of
A disease in the railway noone
and around they go
Carousel of emotions of dark

Prophet of
Holding on to the sounds of the weak
Forces of in the night
In the dreams he will right on

Prophet of
A disease in the with noone
Around and they go
Carousel of emotions of darks