Luyện nghe bài hát Shemhamforash

Consumed by tongues of burning like Phlegethon
Holy reduced to ash
Extinguishing light of hope, the end of the days

Words of my gospel
Sacrilegious scorn spat in creeds
Thin is the line between pure being and pure
My sole companion woe to

At my
Let the blood of the infants flood the streets of

O ye of little faith with ethics in a moral cage
Dead meat thrown to the worms
To religious tumor corrupting marrow of repugnant swirl

At my
Let the blood of the infants flood the streets of
At my
Let the heads of pave my ways