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 like a brothel, no to get hostile

all apostles, united we stand
They out they nostrils, I'm wicked with hands
Throwing combinations, witness devastation
I fucked your soul annihilation

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

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

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

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

with ticks this existence is shit
All traitors in the trees while the napalms drips
Words burn their lips like old roach
Holy as I by this

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

asat

I the devils in my head
the paragraphs crafted by my pen
These drip on the page
My blind, multi-eyed of rage

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

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

Serv asat, serv