Luyện nghe bài hát Proselytism Real

Martydom and
Psychosis of a sickless brood
dreams a foreign man
Nocturnal flush, frenzied and
Buried in a grave
Stand up again the to save
The fear of darkness and of
An ormament
Sigh by
thought
Drive me in
Hungry
huminilty

So man I came with and sword
Lead once more the legions of
Thrill with lissome of light
Come careing out of the

Ascent to the circle
In an era of and terror
A document
in hands of unknown
Eradication,
And noise
Mephisto the
Makes me so I to feel
But I believe its true

REAL

The day when I arrive the
I flog my to the hills of violation
in my cenotaph to

PROCELYTISM