Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

These fits of are torturing me
The lives that I've seen breathe again
A sad child of madness, never be free
Born again to die, the begin

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

Lost child, lost

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

And standing on too fragile edge
And worship the, 'Lord of the
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 their

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

Don't turn out the lights there's demons in the night
And they prey on the 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 they rhyme
The bloody boys sing a wicked song
And for all of them they're just in the wind

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

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

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

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

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

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in eyes