Luyện nghe bài hát The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh

Dash the rocks the sickling and his cries
Break the of the steed upon you ride
bodies of water, to glass the sand
And may mother's shrivel and dust
shall be cut from gaping mouths
For I a culling course towards desolation
Yet those to their own foul flesh
Know only obsolescence- nakedness

Push the back, to the victor come the spoils
Work to certain death the labor toils
Bloat and putrefy which flowers
And tear from the bleating babe
The blind and wretched shall be to rot
The diseased and alme
Give me sick, your meek, your lowly
For I will the dogs when they are down

For I am the
And you the kindling you the
And I am the
Feasting on your idols of
I am the and you my flock
The strike that splits the rock
For I am vindication
And the my abattoir

Visions of war of anger ectasy
A of flame infernos of might
Lightning phallus crack of thunder
A lion in furious

Cleansing fire insatiable sword
The of the idols of flesh

The stellar winds beneath my
Are purest
The firestorms my eyes
Black hate
Of blood blasphemies
My will: one
With strike of aftermath
In withered rejoice

For I am the
And you the you the fuel
And I am the
Feasting on your idols of
I am the shepherd and you my
The lightning strike splits the rock
For I am wrath-
And the world my