Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

These of depression are torturing me
The lives that I've seen breathe again
A sad child of madness, never be free
Born again to die, the agonies

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

Lost child, lost

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

And standing on sanities too fragile
And worship the, of the Flies'
And through the slaughter you've made of thy brother
And drown in his blood then when he

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in eyes

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in eyes

Don't turn out the lights 'cause there's demons in the
And prey on the fears in us all
They hide inside and and they shun the light of day
The screams in dreams fill us all

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

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

And the Heretic has
You have to be afraid
Till I, till I to get ya

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

And die in
Like a wild dog in
And no one can save or set you

You see in eyes
They're the child
See in eyes

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in their