Luyện nghe bài hát Proselytism Real

Martydom and
Psychosis of a sickless brood
dreams a foreign man
Nocturnal flush, and rude
Buried in a grave
up again the world to save
The fear of and of death
An wedge
by prophecy
Bestial
Drive me in
belussions
Inseparable

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

to the virceous circle
In an era of and terror
A holy
Hold in hands of
Eradication,
And parish
the oppressor
Makes me so I like to
But I cant its true

PROCELYTISM

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

PROCELYTISM