Luyện nghe bài hát Shemhamforash

Consumed by of fire burning like Phlegethon
Holy gardens to ash
Extinguishing of hope, bringing the end of the days

Words of my scattered
Sacrilegious spat in pale creeds
Thin is the line between pure being and nothing
My companion woe to Thee

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

O ye of little faith with ethics rotten in a moral
Dead meat thrown down to the
To feed religious corrupting marrow of repugnant swirl

At my
Let the blood of the infants the streets of Bethlehem
At my
Let the heads of Samaritan my ways