Luyện nghe bài hát The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh

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

Push the rabble back, to the come the spoils
to certain death the labor that toils
Bloat and putrefy that which
And tear womb the bleating babe
The blind and shall be left to rot
The diseased and dispatched
Give me sick, your meek, your lowly
For I will kick the when they are down

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

of war dreams of anger ectasy
A of flame infernos of might
Lightning phallus of thunder roars
A lion in fight

Cleansing insatiable cleaving sword
The fall of the of flesh

The winds beneath my wings
Are purest
The firestorms within my
Black hate
Of blood unvanquished
My one voice
With of tumult- aftermath
In withered rejoice

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