Luyện nghe bài hát The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh

Dash against the 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
shall be cut from gaping mouths
For I voice a culling course desolation
Yet those chained to their own foul
Know only their nakedness

Push the rabble back, to the victor come the
Work to certain the labor that toils
Bloat and putrefy which flowers
And from womb the bleating babe
The blind and wretched shall be to rot
The and alme dispatched
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 and you my flock
The lightning strike that splits the
For I am vindication
And the my abattoir

Visions of war dreams of ectasy
A maelstorm of flame of might
Lightning crack of thunder roars
A in furious fight

Cleansing insatiable cleaving sword
The fall of the idols of

The stellar winds my wings
Are purest
The firestorms my eyes
Black purest
Of unvanquished blasphemies
My one voice
With strike of aftermath
In flesh rejoice

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