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 most theif
should what he is taking -
lest he find within a
of his own making.
The of Wyrd are many and
our path you decide,
for the that you seek
are all you-
use eyes.
The threads cannot be
that have brought you to me -
and bind two foes
the best of enemies.
You upon me -
I can tell you see,
a man -
with thoughts and
needs.
-
preying on a filled with fear,

to all your ideas.
Yet I show you more than
you can comprehend,
beware is a
friend.
Ask loaded seeking
of a faith that
you wish to -
all our values,
with meanings
you try concealing
underlying wish to -
souls,
to a faith that will
send our Gods to the -
mistake you're making
the fact that we might not
to be 'saved'.
THE SORCERERS
is an old friend of mine,
we have met many before.
(Drawn to these spirits
moths to a
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Death is a fact of life
you cannot or ignore.
The Life-force is as in
you as it is in me,
the difference is you
captive I set free.
You to subjugate all
those who comply,
take your prejudice and
pride and you why -
the that you hold so dear
(all laws and rules),
they hold no sway here
than the of fools.
Just about you and
I'm sure you will find -
Heaven lies within our
and Hell is but a of
mind.
These teachings that you so
bcome words devoid of meaning,
when compared unto a faith
preaches something believing.
What is to become of us
truth is to lies,
will none remain to wipe the
when Mother Nature
Proceed caution -
to all you survey,
hidden dangers us on
step of our way.
Do not -
for if you do you fall,
unto perils far worse
than you've before.
Compared unto the we face
your devil so mild,
a from the faerie-tales my
told 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 replace our with
the embrace of your Lord -
you see that the plans
made for me and my
to us absurd.
THE SORCERORS
is the only recourse
I in my hour of need.
(Drawn to the like
to a flame -
when there is no risk
can be no gain).
Impassive it no remorse
for and greed.
Pre-emptive has
your life,
these blinkered that once
true 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 do you presume
to come and my place?
If is one grain of truth
amidst hoard of lies,

"Love your as yourself"
with alone I can abide.
These teachings you deem so
sacred words devoid of meaning,
when compared a faith that
preaches something believing.
What is to become of us
is turned to lies,
will none remain to the tears
Mother Nature cries?
THE WAY OF THE
When living life
an arrow in flight
you must always accept
the end is in sight,
be at least for the fact
that you knew you to death -
he did not for you.
You are like
who sit and -
suffer
the of fate,
"I am but mortal
and to die -
I can change
so why I try?"
Each morning you is an
day' dawning,
your for living in
mourning.
By erst while ideals
are enslaved,
you out of the cradle
straight the grave.
reward 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.
spirits aren't your enemies -
but are they friends,
do not dare them lest
all you offend.
They who were here us
will remain we have gone,
and though we're forgotten
still their will live on.
Perhaps one day mankind see
the of it's ways,
and in it's glimpse
of our yesterdays.
Drawn to these spirits
moths to a -
when there is no
there can be no gain.