Luyện nghe bài hát Psycrology

I watch as you your heads, bowing to a god called metal!
I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is within you
The army the battle site.
Sound - - auricle.
The group is surrounded by walls that
The tumultuous harmony and fend it off
into enchanted
waves of it crashes -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all the day a time we hope will be years away
of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision
A crown, it meets your eye
screams ring out as you the sky
those, who did choose, to grow their locks
Have maniacal type trepidation.
...And when not meeting to the aural abuse
does not end!
Each devotee has his own bible
Some with more volumes than the
Many similar source of inspiration
Although there are that are identical.
Any of those outside the brotherhood not
Understand our ways and we should not expect
Not until the day when and light are truly one
This is not bad for we do not them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are in a situation that's inflamed
censors
Fuck you - we can thrive without you.
We may not have money or your health
But we are from greed, our intrinsic sociology
We don't your money - or input!
are many half-breeds who are not enlightened,
Those who understand but do not
who see, understand, but do not feel.
We accept them, and in many support those of half-light
But they shall never visit out sanctum.
This shall be kept so precious, such is the delight,
Giving us light when its
helping us to where our misgivings lie.
us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscience
Helping us challenge each
and directing our precipitous lives.
......I suffer crimes...its metal that makes me so high!
I scream as I my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!