Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

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

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

child, lost child

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

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

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

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in eyes

Don't turn out the lights 'cause demons in the night
And they on the fears in us all
They hide inside and wait and they shun the of day
The screams in their fill us all

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

and see
It's the dawn of
of the gates of fire

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

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

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

You see in their
the lost child
See in eyes

You see in their
the lost child
See in their