Luyện nghe bài hát The Burning Season

Bring the
and before me
Let us make rivers of blood
for me...I wish it so
and streams shall meet rivers
and seaward they shall

See the scattered
with their precious
See the come in
as to meet their bone
A grotesque
Beneath a crimson sky...a birth

We'll drown the newborn like unwanted
and condemn them to their desperate
take a needle, to the arm of the world
For it is our

We'll the temples, of the righteous
Rend them as ashes, to the four
As ashes... to the winds
The winds of a new