Luyện nghe bài hát The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh

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

the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils
Work to certain death the that toils
Bloat and putrefy that which
And tear from womb the bleating
The and wretched shall be left to rot
The and alme dispatched
Give me your sick, your meek, lowly
For I kick the dogs when they are down

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 vindication
And the my abattoir

Visions of war dreams of anger
A of flame infernos of might
Lightning phallus crack of roars
A in furious fight

Cleansing fire cleaving sword
The fall of the idols of

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

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 strike that splits the
For I am vindication
And the my abattoir