Luyện nghe bài hát Swine of the Cross

Man-made doom bled death from the
to all but a few, salvation was
Heavenly father, son and ghost,
save servants (those of us who aren't toast)

The not-yet-dead that to be
a nuclear family a whole new thing;
All-too-trusting shambling
put their trust in a man of the

Make them hate you, cleric...
Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus

Give voice to your side, let me in:
I've the seeds of your redemption;
In subhumanicide, I am your
seventy-seven times them die

The sun is shining on a new day
Blackened corpses where they slain;
Self-flagellation him to confess:
Bless me father, for I made mess

Immolation meant to sin wracked souls
Let diseased bodies survivors twice lost:
Betrayed in fire, by the of the Cross