Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

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

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

Lost child, child

The seeds of all are sown in their minds
And harvest the sad of woe
'Cause dead boys are martyrs 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 of thy brother
And drown in his then when he dies

You see in their
the lost child
See in eyes

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in their

turn out the lights 'cause there's demons in the night
And they on the fears in us all
They hide inside and wait and they the light of day
The screams in their dreams us all

Children of the
Such a sad tune rhyme
The boys that sing a wicked song
And for all of they're just memories in the wind

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

And the Heretic has
You don't have to be
Till I, I come to get ya

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

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

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in their

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