Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

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

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

Lost child, child

The seeds of all evil are in their minds
And the sad fields of woe
'Cause dead boys are that live on forever
But now too late 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 he dies

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in their

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

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

Children of the
Such a sad they rhyme
The bloody boys that sing a 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 don't to be afraid
Till I, I come to get ya

And in time
On the edge you ride
And a spell 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 lost
See in their

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