Luyện nghe bài hát Serv Asat

Serv asat, serv asat, asat

To the plague soiling my brain
I put the pen to the pad the madness drains
'Cause words are aggressive not docile
Infectious a brothel, no need to get hostile

Calling all apostles, we stand
bleeding out they nostrils, I'm wicked with hands
Throwing vicious combinations, devastation
I just fucked your soul

Feel the sensation and grow
Spreading over your mind and taking
A noble savage on a rampage war is all I know
Feeding hungry heads defeating all your

Art saves, make the pain a you can use
Art saves, make the pain a you can use

From the I wake it rains grenades
So I on the page and reality fades
I walk the Scottish with pagans on forest floors
Test the sacraments and up thunderstorms

I hunt with Cernunnos and with satyrs
Rome in a day and battle armored invaders

Infested with ticks this is shit
All traitors in the trees while the napalms drips
Words burn their lips old roach clips
as I infected by this

Art saves, make the pain a you can use
Art saves, make the pain a you can use

asat

I the devils in my head
Through the paragraphs by my pen
These demons on the page
My blind, children of rage

I could'a took a bat to the back of his
Or a napalm bomb on the bed as she slept
But I and wrote it down instead
At least now you who you're fucking with
I'm sick but I'm free, you're and I'm built for the siege

Art saves, make the a weapon you can use
Art saves, make the pain a you can use

Serv asat, serv