Luyện nghe bài hát Prosyletism Real

Martydom and
Psychosis of a rabid brood
dreams a foreign man
Nocturnal flush, frenzied and
Buried in a nameless
Stand up again the to save
The of darkness and of death
An wedge
by prophecy
Bestial
me in corupt
Hungry
Inseparable

So man I came with lance and
once more the legions of lord
Thrill with lissome lust of
careing out of the night

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

PROCELYTISM

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

PROCELYTISM