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

Oh instrument of God -
Fed on and lies,
so blind and
you cannot compromise.
Even the most theif
know what he is taking -
lest he himself within a
of his own making.
The Ways of are many and
our you must decide,
for the secrets that you
are all you-
use eyes.
The threads cannot be
have brought you here to me -
and two foes together
the best of enemies.
You gaze me -
I can tell you see,
a man -
simple thoughts and
needs.
-
preying on a mind filled fear,

to all 'enlightened' ideas.
Yet I show you more than
you can comprehend,
beware is a
friend.
Ask loaded questions
of a faith that
you to pervert -
all our values,
with hidden
you try your
underlying to convert -
souls,
to a faith will doubtless
our Gods to the grave -
mistake you're overlooking
the fact that we might not
to be 'saved'.
THE SORCERERS
Fear is an old of mine,
we met many times before.
(Drawn to these spirits
to a flame-
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Death is a harsh fact of
you avoid or ignore.
The is as strong in
you as it is in me,
the difference is you
hold I set free.
You seek to all
those who comply,
I'll take prejudice and
pride and you why -
the values that you so dear
(all your and rules),
they no more sway here
the mutterings of fools.
Just look 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 words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith
preaches worth believing.
is to become of us when
truth is to lies,
will none remain to the tears
when Nature cries?
with caution -
to all you survey,
hidden await us on
each of our way.
Do not -
for if you do you fall,
prey unto perils far
than you've before.
Compared the threats we face
your devil so mild,
a from the faerie-tales my
told me as a child.
Why do you your God
like a -
a dagger drawn ready to
at the of a foe when you
really know the reason
that you -
to replace our with
the embrace of your Lord -
can't you see that the
made for me and my
to us absurd.
THE SORCERORS
Death is the only
I in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits
moths to a -
when is no risk then
can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no
for and greed.
Pre-emptive has
dogmatised life,
these blinkered views that
held true will no suffice.
For in my world there is no
where you can the line,
'twixt 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 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 unto a faith that
something worth believing.
What is to of us when
is turned to lies,
will none to wipe the tears
when Mother cries?
THE WAY OF THE
When your life
an arrow in flight
you must always 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 targets
who sit and -
suffer
the of fate,
"I am but mortal
and to die -
I can change
so why I try?"
morning you wake is an
'ember dawning,
penance for living in
mourning.
By while ideals your
are enslaved,
you out of the cradle
into the grave.
What is a banquet
of red and bread,
when you for life -
but on you are fed?
Do not
the you undertake,
overcome hopes and fears
and meet face to fate.
These spirits your enemies -
but are they friends,
do not dare them lest
all you offend.
They who were before us
will when we have gone,
and though we're forgotten
their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day will see
the error of ways,
and in future glimpse
of our yesterdays.
Drawn to these like
to a flame -
when is no risk
then can be no gain.