Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

These of depression are torturing me
The lives that I've seen won't breathe
A sad child of madness, they'll be free
Born again to die, the agonies

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

child, lost child

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

And standing on too fragile edge
And worship the, 'Lord of the
And wade through the slaughter made of thy brother
And in his blood then when he dies

You see in their
the lost child
See in their

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

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

of the night
Such a sad tune rhyme
The boys that sing a wicked song
And for all of them just 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, I come to get ya

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

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

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in eyes

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