Luyện nghe bài hát Prosyletism Real

Martydom and
Psychosis of a sickless brood
dreams a foreign man
Nocturnal flush, frenzied and
Buried in a nameless
up again the world to save
The fear of darkness and of
An ormament
by prophecy
Bestial
me in corupt
Hungry
huminilty

So man I with lance and sword
Lead more the legions of lord
with lissome lust of light
Come out of the night

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

REAL

The day when I the paradies
I flog my horse to the of violation
in my cenotaph to

PROCELYTISM