Luyện nghe bài hát Serv Asat

Serv asat, asat, serv asat

To exterminate the soiling my brain
I put the pen to the pad until the drains
'Cause words are colossal 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 your soul annihilation

Feel the tickle and grow
Spreading over your mind and taking
A noble savage on a rampage war is all that I
Feeding hungry heads all your heroes

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

From the moment I it rains grenades
So I scribble on the page and fades
I walk the Scottish moors with pagans on forest
Test the sacraments and conjure up

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

Infested with ticks this existence is
All these in the trees while the napalms drips
Words burn their lips like old clips
Holy as I by this

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

asat

I liberate the in my head
Through the paragraphs by my pen
These demons drip on the
My blind, multi-eyed children of

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

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

asat, serv asat