Luyện nghe bài hát Shemhamforash

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

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

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

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

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