Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

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

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

Lost child, child

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the has said
You don't have to be
I, till I come to get ya

And child in
On the swords edge you
And cast a of Heresy

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

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

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