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

Oh of God force -
Fed on and lies,
so and narrow-minded
you cannot compromise.
Even the most foolish
know 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 secrets you seek
are all you-
use eyes.
The threads cannot be
that brought you here to me -
and bind two foes
the best of enemies.
You upon me -
I can tell you see,
a man -
simple thoughts and
needs.
-
preying on a mind with fear,

to all your ideas.
Yet I will show you more
you can comprehend,
beware is a
friend.
Ask questions seeking
knowledge of a faith
you wish to -
all our values,
with hidden
you try your
underlying wish to -
souls,
to a faith will doubtless
send our to the grave -
mistake making overlooking
the fact that we might not
to be 'saved'.
THE CREED:
Fear is an old of mine,
we have met times before.
(Drawn to these spirits
moths to a
when there is no risk
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 difference is you
hold I set free.
You seek to all
those who comply,
I'll take your and
and show you why -
the that you hold so dear
(all laws and rules),
they hold no more here
the mutterings of fools.
Just about you and
I'm sure that you find -
Heaven within our hearts
and is but a figment of
mind.
These teachings you deem so
sacred bcome devoid of meaning,
when unto a faith that
something worth believing.
What is to of us when
is turned to lies,
will none remain to the tears
when Mother cries?
Proceed with -
to all you survey,
hidden await us on
step of our way.
Do not -
for if you do you fall,
unto perils far worse
than you've before.
Compared the threats we face
devil seems so mild,
a from the faerie-tales my
mother me as a child.
Why do you carry God
like a -
a dagger drawn ready to
at the heart of a foe you
don't really the reason
you fight? -
to replace our disgrace
the 'loving' embrace of Lord -
can't you see the plans
made for me and my
to us absurd.
THE CREED:
is the only recourse
I require in my of need.
(Drawn to the spirits
moths to a -
when there is no then
can be no gain).
Impassive it shows no
for and greed.
prejudice has
dogmatised life,
blinkered views that once
held true will no 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 take my
If there is one 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 unto a faith that
something worth believing.
What is to of us when
truth is to lies,
will none remain to the tears
when Mother cries?
THE WAY OF THE
living your life
like an in flight
you must always accept
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 -
suffer
the of fate,
saying "I am but
and to die -
I can nothing
so why I try?"
Each morning you is an
day' dawning,
your penance for in
mourning.
By erst while your
are enslaved,
you out of the cradle
into the grave.
What reward is a
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 your enemies -
but neither are friends,
do not dare insult lest
all you offend.
They who here before us
will when we have gone,
and though we're long
their memory will live on.
Perhaps one day will see
the error of ways,
and in future glimpse
of our yesterdays.
Drawn to these spirits
moths to a -
there is no risk
then can be no gain.