Luyện nghe bài hát Share Your Blood With Daemon

Devine sermons - the immortal of lies
Empty - no purgetory no demise
the holy is burning in his hand
of the century will be religions end

Burning by the i can hear
Reflection of his
Dripping blood i share my lord
my every choice

Crowded is hell the heaps of flesh
Opened veiins, gore is from the gash
All his i can feel under my skin
His wounds like razors bringing everyone to

opened veins i stand consumed by flames
I the sounds of those who were raised to the ground
I see the herd of those who but bleed
I see the of poor orphin of god

Crowded is hell the heaps of flesh
Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the

Gash... gash...