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

Oh of God force -
Fed on and lies,
so blind and
that you compromise.
the most foolish theif
should know what he is -
lest he find within a
of his own making.
The Ways of Wyrd are and
our you must decide,
for the that you seek
are all you-
use eyes.
The threads be broken
that have you here to me -
and bind two foes
like the of enemies.
You gaze me -
I can what you see,
a man -
simple thoughts and
needs.
-
preying on a mind with fear,

to all 'enlightened' ideas.
Yet I will show you more
you can comprehend,
beware is a
friend.
Ask loaded seeking
knowledge of a that
you wish to -
all our values,
with meanings
you try your
wish to convert -
souls,
to a that will doubtless
send our to the grave -
mistake making overlooking
the that we might not want
to be 'saved'.
THE SORCERERS
Fear is an old of mine,
we have met many before.
(Drawn to these spirits
to a flame-
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Death is a harsh of life
you cannot or ignore.
The is as strong in
you as it is in me,
the is what you
captive I set free.
You seek to all
who won't comply,
I'll your prejudice and
and show you why -
the values that you so dear
(all your and rules),
they hold no sway here
the mutterings of fools.
Just about you and
I'm that you will find -
Heaven lies within our
and is but a figment of
mind.
These teachings you deem so
sacred bcome devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith
something worth believing.
What is to of us when
is turned to lies,
will none remain to the tears
Mother Nature cries?
Proceed caution -
to all you survey,
hidden await us on
step of our way.
Do not -
for if you do you fall,
prey unto perils far
than you've before.
unto the threats we face
your devil so mild,
a relic from the 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
really know the reason
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 CREED:
Death is the only
I in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the spirits
to a flame -
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no
for and greed.
prejudice has
dogmatised life,
these views that once
true will no longer suffice.
For in my world is no point
where you can the line,
'twixt and evil,
and sinner,
and divine.
Shaven-headed of
an infantile -
by what do you presume
to come and take my
If there is one grain of
your hoard of lies,

"Love your as yourself"
with this I can abide.
These teachings you deem so
sacred words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith
preaches worth believing.
is to become of us when
truth is to lies,
none remain to wipe the tears
when Mother Nature
THE WAY OF THE
living your life
like an in flight
you must always accept
the end is in sight,
be at least for the fact
that you knew you came to -
he did not for you.
You are like
who sit and -
suffer
the of fate,
"I am but mortal
and to die -
I can nothing
so why I try?"
morning you wake is an
'ember dawning,
your penance for in
mourning.
By erst ideals your
are enslaved,
you out of the cradle
straight the grave.
reward is a banquet
of red and bread,
you hunger for life -
but on you are fed?
Do not
the you undertake,
your hopes and fears
and them face to fate.
These spirits aren't enemies -
but neither are friends,
do not dare them lest
all you offend.
They who were before us
remain when we have gone,
and though we're forgotten
still their will live on.
one day mankind will see
the error of ways,
and in it's future
of our yesterdays.
Drawn to these spirits
moths to a -
there is no risk
then can be no gain.