Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you for the unveiling?
We have met the and he is us
Breeding divisions the body
Distorting scriptures, creating
And all form s of dissonance
There is disorder, its is necessary
When pale attempts to men result in confusion
For unity be based on doctrine
The light is paradoxical
of two spiritual lineages
The of life and resurrection
The ministry of and condemnation
The poltergeist ancient and established
Reviving scenes of medieval
Every desecration emphasized in renaissance
Reserving for terminating thoughts
The is talking backwards painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, emphasizing isolated
His intolerable anointing is inhuman
And its paranormal feeds upon its nation
We will prostitute this offering with discipline and
evolving man to higher states
For the age of is over
To the
We will stalk the and cross the line
Can you the signs? Cross the line
Are we still alive? Cross the
To the sacred halls of truth
>From whom the blood of cry
To fill your servants cup light
For in his heart the spirits rise,
To search and trace the of love and infinite betrayal
For those who resistance are protected by the grail
Break the silence, take the
Rape the sorrow, the tears, rise, rise
Drink the of the lamb
the stand
Drink the of the lamb
Await the
The spirit haunts the armies life in this militia,
To bring complete of authority and power
Into the eyes of god on highest, two worlds collide,
The blood is rising in the temple, and alive.
The stage is set all dimensions,
and rituals;
>From evolution to and indestructible force,
to righteousness based on law and civil disobedience,
The people the pale defendant guilty on all charges.
The battlefield is and worn, receiving gifts of tyranny;
The revolution has arrived to turn his face
And see it's covered the blood of martyrs' innocent sedation,
With a kiss the is lying slain upon the ground...
The lamb will stay awake me to watch the revolution
And the ground we stand upon.
The powers of the night, between the darkness
In the fields of blind indifference we
The corpses silently the blood has dried.
His peace is broken a thousand scars revealed,
He puts on his robe for the last time.
His eyes, like mirrors, filled murder;
I saw him in the streams,
in tears, crying for the others,
Fighting to receive of his will.
in the fife, he said to me:
"if you don't this power it may destroy you."
For we have seen the interval, and we have lived to see
The monster sleeping, but will say
The was me.
I will hold his in my hands,
out loud, moving in metaphors, dancing away.