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

Oh instrument of God -
Fed on and lies,
so and narrow-minded
you cannot compromise.
Even the most theif
should know he is taking -
lest he find himself a
of his own making.
The of Wyrd are many and
our you must decide,
for the secrets that you
are all around
use eyes.
The threads cannot be
that have you here to me -
and two foes together
like the of enemies.
You gaze me -
I can what you see,
a man -
with thoughts and
needs.
-
preying on a filled with fear,

to all your ideas.
Yet I will you more than
you can comprehend,
beware is a
friend.
Ask loaded seeking
knowledge of a faith
you to pervert -
all our values,
with hidden
you try concealing
wish to convert -
souls,
to a that will doubtless
our Gods to the grave -
mistake making overlooking
the fact that we not want
to be 'saved'.
THE SORCERERS
is an old friend of mine,
we have met many before.
(Drawn to these spirits
to a flame-
when is no risk then
can be no gain).
Death is a fact of life
you cannot or ignore.
The is as strong in
you as it is in me,
the difference is you
hold I set free.
You to subjugate all
those who comply,
I'll take your 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 look you and
I'm sure that you find -
lies within our hearts
and Hell is but a of
mind.
These teachings you deem so
bcome words devoid of meaning,
when compared a faith that
something worth believing.
What is to become of us
is turned to lies,
will none remain to wipe the
when Mother Nature
with caution -
to all you survey,
hidden await us on
step of our way.
Do not -
for if you do you fall,
prey perils far worse
you've encountered before.
Compared unto the we face
your seems so mild,
a relic the faerie-tales my
mother me as a child.
Why do you your God
like a -
a drawn ready to strike
at the of a foe when you
don't really know the
that you -
to replace our disgrace
the 'loving' of your Lord -
can't you see the plans
made for me and my
to us absurd.
THE SORCERORS
Death is the recourse
I in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits
moths to a -
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Impassive it no remorse
for and greed.
prejudice has
dogmatised life,
these blinkered views once
held true will no suffice.
For in my world is no point
where you can the line,
good and evil,
and sinner,
and divine.
Shaven-headed of
an faith -
by right do you presume
to and take my place?
If there is one grain of
your hoard of lies,

"Love neighbour as yourself"
this alone I can abide.
These that you deem so
sacred bcome words of meaning,
when compared a faith that
preaches worth believing.
is to become of us when
truth is to lies,
will remain to wipe the tears
Mother Nature cries?
THE WAY OF THE
When your life
like an in flight
you must always accept
the end is in sight,
be gtateful at for the fact
you knew you came to death -
he did not for you.
You are targets
who sit and -
suffer
the of fate,
"I am but mortal
and to die -
I can nothing
so why I try?"
Each morning you is an
day' dawning,
your penance for in
mourning.
By while ideals your
are enslaved,
you crawl out of the
into the grave.
What is a banquet
of red and bread,
when you hunger for -
but on death you are
Do not
the you undertake,
overcome hopes and fears
and meet face to fate.
spirits aren't your enemies -
but neither are friends,
do not dare them lest
all you offend.
They who here before us
will when we have gone,
and though long forgotten
still their memory will on.
one day mankind will see
the error of ways,
and in future glimpse
of our yesterdays.
Drawn to these spirits
to a flame -
when is no risk
there can be no gain.