Luyện nghe bài hát Slaughter Of The Soul

Never
On your fed illusions to choke
You feed off my
Fee off my

There won't be dawn
We will reap as we sown

Always the
My tired eyes seen enough
Of all of your
My hate is

There be another dawn
We will read as we sewn

of the soul
Suicidal art
Children of sin
Tear your apart

the same
My tired eyes have enough
Of all of lies
My hate is

There won't be another
We will read as we have

of the soul
Suicidal art
Children of sin
Tear your apart

Men must attempt to
In themselves and their
Liberation from the sense of
Men must be from boundaries, patterns and
in order to be free
To think, and create in new ways