Luyện nghe bài hát The Best Of Enemies (wulf's Tale)

Oh instrument of God -
Fed on and lies,
so and narrow-minded
that you compromise.
Even the foolish theif
know what he is taking -
lest he himself within a
of his own making.
The of Wyrd are many and
our path you decide,
for the secrets you seek
are all you-
use eyes.
The cannot be broken
that have brought you to me -
and bind two together
the best of enemies.
You gaze me -
I can tell you see,
a man -
with thoughts and
needs.
-
preying on a mind filled fear,

to all 'enlightened' ideas.
Yet I will show you than
you can comprehend,
delusion is a
friend.
Ask loaded questions
knowledge of a that
you wish to -
all our values,
with hidden
you try concealing
underlying to convert -
souls,
to a faith that doubtless
send our Gods to the -
mistake you're overlooking
the that we might not want
to be 'saved'.
THE CREED:
Fear is an old of mine,
we met many times before.
(Drawn to these like
moths to a
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Death is a fact of life
you avoid or ignore.
The is as strong in
you as it is in me,
the is what you
hold I set free.
You seek to all
those who comply,
I'll your prejudice and
and show you why -
the values that you so dear
(all your and rules),
they hold no more here
than the of fools.
Just about you and
I'm sure you will find -
Heaven within our hearts
and Hell is but a of
mind.
These teachings that you so
sacred bcome words of meaning,
when compared unto a faith
preaches something believing.
is to become of us when
truth is to lies,
will none remain to wipe the
when Nature cries?
Proceed caution -
to all you survey,
hidden await us on
each of our way.
Do not -
for if you do you fall,
prey unto far worse
you've encountered before.
Compared unto the we face
your devil so mild,
a relic from the my
mother me as a child.
Why do you your God
a weapon -
a dagger drawn to strike
at the heart of a foe you
don't really know the
that you -
to our disgrace with
the 'loving' of your Lord -
can't you see the plans
for me and my people
to us absurd.
THE CREED:
Death is the only
I in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the like
moths to a -
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no
for and greed.
prejudice has
dogmatised life,
these blinkered that once
held will no longer suffice.
For in my there is no point
you can draw the line,
'twixt and evil,
and sinner,
and divine.
Shaven-headed of
an infantile -
by what right do you
to and take my place?
If is one grain of truth
amidst your of lies,

"Love neighbour as yourself"
with alone I can abide.
teachings that you deem so
sacred bcome words of meaning,
when compared unto a that
something worth believing.
What is to of us when
is turned to lies,
will none remain to the tears
when Mother cries?
THE WAY OF THE
When living life
like an arrow in
you always accept that
the end is in sight,
be gtateful at least for the
you knew you came to death -
he did not for you.
You are like
who sit and -
patiently
the of fate,
"I am but mortal
and to die -
I can nothing
so why I try?"
Each you wake is an
day' dawning,
your for living in
mourning.
By erst while your
are enslaved,
you crawl out of the
into the grave.
What reward is a
of red and bread,
when you for life -
but on you are fed?
Do not
the you undertake,
your hopes and fears
and meet them to fate.
These spirits your enemies -
but are they friends,
do not dare insult lest
all you offend.
They who were before us
will remain when we gone,
and though we're forgotten
still memory will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind see
the error of ways,
and in it's future
of our yesterdays.
Drawn to these like
to a flame -
when is no risk
there can be no gain.