Luyện nghe bài hát The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh

Dash the rocks the sickling and his cries
Break the back of the steed upon you
Boiling bodies of water, to glass the
And may mother's breasts shrivel and
Tongues be cut from gaping mouths
For I voice a culling course desolation
Yet those chained to their own foul
Know only obsolescence- their

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

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

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

Cleansing fire cleaving sword
The fall of the of flesh

The stellar winds my wings
Are purest
The firestorms within my
purest hate
Of unvanquished blasphemies
My will: one
With strike of tumult-
In withered rejoice

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 my abattoir