Luyện nghe bài hát The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh

Dash against the rocks the sickling and his
Break the back of the steed you ride
Boiling of water, to glass the sand
And may breasts shrivel and dust
Tongues shall be cut from gaping
For I voice a course towards desolation
Yet those chained to their own foul
Know obsolescence- their nakedness

the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils
Work to certain the labor that toils
Bloat and putrefy that which
And from womb the bleating babe
The blind and shall be left to rot
The diseased and dispatched
Give me your sick, your meek, lowly
For I will 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 and you my flock
The lightning strike splits the rock
For I am vindication
And the my abattoir

Visions of war dreams of anger
A maelstorm of infernos of might
Lightning crack of thunder roars
A lion in fight

Cleansing insatiable cleaving sword
The of the idols of flesh

The stellar winds my wings
Are purest
The firestorms my eyes
Black purest
Of blood unvanquished
My one voice
With strike of tumult-
In withered flesh

For I am the
And you the kindling you the
And I am the
Feasting on your of flesh
I am the and you my flock
The lightning strike that splits the
For I am wrath-
And the world my