Luyện nghe bài hát Psycrology

I watch as you your heads, bowing to a god called metal!
I your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you
The approaches the battle site.
- versus - auricle.
The is surrounded by walls that embrace
The tumultuous harmony and fend it off
into enchanted
of hair it crashes -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a we hope will be years away
Inspection of reflection, recession of assaults vision
A balding crown, it 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 eclectic
Some with more than the next
Many have source of inspiration
Although are naught that are identical.
Any of those outside the shalt not
our ways and we should not expect this
Not until the day when darkness and are truly one
is not bad for we do not need them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are already in a that's inflamed
mainstream
you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you.
We may not your money or your health
But we are free greed, our intrinsic sociology
We don't need money - or input!
There are many who are not enlightened,
Those who understand but do not
who see, understand, but do not feel.
We them, and in many cases support those of half-light
But they shall never out inner sanctum.
This shall be kept so precious, is the disturbing delight,
Giving us light when its
helping us to where our misgivings lie.
Giving us and support, source of oneiric omniscience
Helping us challenge plight
and directing our precipitous lives.
......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that me so high!
I scream as I my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!