Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

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

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

child, lost child

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

And standing on sanities too fragile
And worship the, of the Flies'
And wade the slaughter you've made of thy brother
And drown in his blood then he dies

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

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

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

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

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

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

And in time
On the edge you ride
And cast a spell of

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

You see in eyes
the lost child
See in eyes

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