Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

These of depression are torturing me
The lives that seen won't breathe again
A sad of madness, they'll never be free
again to die, the agonies begin

And soldiers keep coming, like warriors die
But gangland's alive when cry
'Cause hate's blind addictions, a machine
And it on the fuel of shattered lives

Lost child, child

The seeds of all evil are sown in their
And harvest the sad of woe
dead boys are martyrs that live on forever
But now it's too for their souls

And standing on sanities too edge
And the, 'Lord of the Flies'
And wade through the slaughter you've made of thy
And drown in his then when he dies

You see in their
They're the lost
See in eyes

You see in their
They're the lost
See in eyes

turn out the lights 'cause there's demons in the night
And they prey on the in us all
They hide inside and and they shun the light of day
The screams in their fill us all

of the night
Such a sad tune rhyme
The bloody boys sing a wicked song
And for all of they're just memories in the wind

and see
It's the of insanity
Keeper of the of fire

And the has said
You don't to be afraid
I, till I come to get ya

And child in
On the swords you ride
And cast a spell of

And die in
a wild dog in chains
And no one can or set you free

You see in eyes
They're the lost
See in their

You see in their
the lost child
See in their