Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

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

And soldiers coming, like warriors they die
But alive when mothers cry
'Cause blind addictions, a killing machine
And it burns on the fuel of lives

Lost child, child

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

And standing on 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 he dies

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

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

Don't turn out the lights 'cause there's in the night
And they prey on the in us all
They inside and wait and they shun the light of day
The screams in their fill us all

Children of the
Such a sad tune rhyme
The bloody boys 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
Till I, till I to get ya

And in time
On the swords edge you
And a spell of Heresy

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

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

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