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 the sand
And may mother's shrivel and dust
shall be cut from gaping mouths
For I a culling course towards desolation
Yet chained 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
and putrefy that which flowers
And tear from the bleating babe
The blind and wretched be left to rot
The diseased and alme
Give me your sick, 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 idols of flesh
I am the shepherd and you my
The strike that splits the rock
For I am wrath-
And the my abattoir

Visions of war dreams of ectasy
A maelstorm of flame of might
Lightning phallus crack of thunder
A lion in furious

Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving
The fall of the idols of

The stellar winds beneath my
Are purest
The firestorms my eyes
purest hate
Of blood blasphemies
My one voice
With of tumult- aftermath
In withered flesh

For I am the
And you the kindling you the
And I am the
Feasting on your idols of
I am the shepherd and you my
The strike that splits the rock
For I am wrath-
And the my abattoir