Luyện nghe bài hát The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh

Dash against the the sickling and his cries
Break the of the steed upon you ride
Boiling of water, to glass the sand
And may mother's breasts and dust
Tongues shall be cut from mouths
For I voice a culling course desolation
Yet chained to their own foul flesh
Know only their nakedness

the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils
Work to certain the labor that toils
Bloat and that which flowers
And tear womb the bleating babe
The and wretched shall be left to rot
The and alme dispatched
me your sick, your meek, your lowly
For I will kick the dogs when are down

For I am the
And you the kindling you the
And I am the
Feasting on your idols of
I am the shepherd and you my
The lightning that splits the rock
For I am vindication
And the world my

Visions of war of anger ectasy
A maelstorm of flame of might
Lightning phallus of thunder roars
A lion in fight

Cleansing fire insatiable sword
The of the idols of flesh

The stellar winds beneath my
Are vengeance
The firestorms my eyes
Black purest
Of blood unvanquished
My one voice
With of tumult- aftermath
In withered rejoice

For I am the
And you the kindling you the
And I am the
on your idols of flesh
I am the and you my flock
The strike that splits the rock
For I am wrath-
And the world my