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 of water, to glass the sand
And may mother's shrivel and dust
Tongues shall be cut from gaping
For I voice a culling towards desolation
Yet those to their own foul flesh
Know only obsolescence- nakedness

Push the rabble back, to the come the spoils
Work to death the labor that toils
Bloat and putrefy that which
And from womb the bleating babe
The blind and wretched shall be to rot
The diseased and 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 and you my flock
The strike that splits the rock
For I am vindication
And the my abattoir

Visions of war dreams of anger
A maelstorm of flame infernos of
Lightning phallus of thunder roars
A in furious fight

Cleansing fire cleaving sword
The fall of the idols of

The winds beneath my wings
Are vengeance
The firestorms my eyes
Black purest
Of unvanquished blasphemies
My one voice
With strike of tumult-
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 that splits the rock
For I am wrath-
And the world my