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, they'll be free
Born again to die, the agonies

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

Lost child, lost

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

And on sanities too fragile edge
And the, 'Lord of the Flies'
And wade through the slaughter you've of thy brother
And drown in his blood then when he

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

You see in their
the lost child
See in eyes

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see in their
the lost child
See in their

You see in their
the lost child
See in eyes