Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you ready for the
We met the enemy and he is us
Breeding within the body
Distorting scriptures, instability
And all oppressive s of dissonance
There is disorder, its quarantine is
When attempts to gather men result in confusion
For unity be based on doctrine
The blinding light is
Symbolic of two lineages
The ministry of and resurrection
The ministry of and condemnation
The poltergeist moves and established
Reviving scenes of medieval
Every emphasized in psychic renaissance
atmosphere for terminating thoughts
The priest is backwards painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, isolated scriptures
His intolerable anointing is inhuman
And its paranormal necromancy feeds its nation
We will this offering with discipline and honor
We're man to higher states
For the age of is over
To the
We will the enemy and cross the line
Can you feel the Cross the line
Are we still Cross the line
To the sacred halls of truth
>From whom the of angels cry
To fill your servants cup light
For in his heart the rise, rise
To search and trace the scars of and infinite betrayal
For those who face resistance are protected by the
Break the silence, take the
the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise, rise
Drink the of the lamb
the stand
Drink the blood of the
Await the
The spirit the armies breathing life in this militia,
To bring reversal of authority and power
Into the of god on highest, witnessing two worlds collide,
The is rising in the temple, naked and alive.
The is set through all dimensions,
and rituals;
>From evolution to revolution and force,
Immune to based on law and civil disobedience,
The find the pale defendant guilty on all charges.
The battlefield is and worn, receiving gifts of tyranny;
The revolution has arrived to his face around
And see it's with the blood of martyrs' innocent sedation,
With a kiss the child is lying slain the ground...
The will stay awake with me to watch the revolution
And the ground we stand upon.
The powers of the night, drawn the darkness
In the fields of blind indifference we
The corpses silently the blood has dried.
His peace is into a thousand scars revealed,
He puts on his bloody robe for the time.
His eyes, mirrors, filled with murder;
I saw him in the streams,
in tears, crying for the others,
Fighting to possession of his will.
Standing in the fife, he to me:
"if you don't this power it may destroy you."
For we seen the great interval, and we have lived to see
The monster sleeping, but some say
The was me.
I will his ashes in my hands,
Dreaming out loud, moving in metaphors, away.