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
Boiling bodies of water, to glass the
And may breasts shrivel and dust
Tongues shall be cut gaping mouths
For I voice a culling course desolation
Yet those chained to their own foul
Know only obsolescence- nakedness

Push the rabble back, to the victor the spoils
Work to death the labor that toils
Bloat and putrefy that which
And from womb the bleating babe
The blind and shall be left to rot
The diseased and alme
me your sick, your meek, your lowly
For I will kick the dogs when they are

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

of war dreams of anger ectasy
A maelstorm of flame infernos of
Lightning crack of thunder roars
A lion in fight

Cleansing fire cleaving sword
The of the idols of flesh

The winds beneath my wings
Are vengeance
The firestorms my eyes
Black purest
Of blood blasphemies
My will: one
With of tumult- aftermath
In flesh rejoice

For I am the
And you the you the fuel
And I am the
Feasting on idols of flesh
I am the and you my flock
The strike that splits the rock
For I am vindication
And the world my