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 breasts shrivel and
Tongues be cut from gaping mouths
For I a culling course towards desolation
Yet those chained to own foul flesh
only obsolescence- their nakedness

Push the rabble back, to the victor come the
to certain death the labor that toils
Bloat and putrefy that which
And tear from womb the babe
The blind and wretched shall be to rot
The diseased and dispatched
Give me your sick, your meek, 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 shepherd and you my
The lightning strike that splits the
For I am vindication
And the my abattoir

Visions of war dreams of ectasy
A maelstorm of infernos of might
Lightning crack of thunder roars
A lion in furious

Cleansing fire insatiable sword
The of the idols of flesh

The stellar beneath my wings
Are purest
The firestorms my eyes
Black hate
Of unvanquished blasphemies
My one voice
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 shepherd and you my
The lightning strike that the rock
For I am wrath-
And the world my