Luyện nghe bài hát Proselytism Real

Martydom and
Psychosis of a rabid sickless
Esoteric dreams a man
flush, frenzied and rude
Buried in a grave
Stand up the world to save
The fear of darkness and of
An ormament
Sigh by
thought
Drive me in
belussions
Inseparable

So man I with lance and sword
Lead once the legions of lord
Thrill with lissome of light
careing out of the night

Ascent to the circle
In an era of fright and
A document
Hold in hands of
Eradication,
And parish
Mephisto the
Makes me so I like to
But I cant its true

PROCELYTISM

The day when I arrive the
I flog my horse to the hills of
Return in my to

PROCELYTISM