Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you ready for the
We have met the and he is us
Breeding divisions the body
Distorting scriptures, creating
And all oppressive s of dissonance
There is disorder, its quarantine is
When pale attempts to men result in confusion
For unity cannot be on doctrine
The blinding is paradoxical
Symbolic of two lineages
The ministry of and resurrection
The ministry of death and
The poltergeist moves and established
scenes of medieval inquisition
Every desecration emphasized in psychic
Reserving atmosphere for thoughts
The is talking backwards painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, isolated scriptures
His intolerable anointing is inhuman
And its paranormal necromancy upon its nation
We will prostitute this offering discipline and honor
We're man to higher states
For the age of rationalism is
To the
We will stalk the enemy and the line
Can you feel the signs? Cross the
Are we still alive? Cross the
To walk the sacred of truth
>From the blood of angels cry
To fill your servants cup with
For in his heart the rise, rise
To search and trace the scars of love and infinite
For those who face resistance are by the grail
Break the silence, the fear
Rape the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise,
Drink the blood of the
Await the
Drink the blood of the
the stand
The spirit haunts the armies breathing 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 stage is set all dimensions,
and rituals;
>From to revolution and indestructible force,
Immune to based on law and civil disobedience,
The people find the pale guilty on all charges.
The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving of tyranny;
The revolution has arrived to turn his around
And see covered with the blood of martyrs' innocent sedation,
With a kiss the child is lying slain the ground...
The lamb will stay awake with me to the revolution
And light the we stand upon.
The powers of the night, drawn the darkness
In the fields of blind indifference we
The corpses silently before the has dried.
His peace is broken into a thousand revealed,
He on his bloody robe for the last time.
His eyes, mirrors, filled with murder;
I saw him in the streams,
Immersed in tears, for the others,
Fighting to possession of his will.
Standing in the fife, he to me:
"if you don't reject power it may destroy you."
For we have seen the great interval, and we lived to see
The monster sleeping, but will say
The was me.
I hold his ashes in my hands,
out loud, moving in metaphors, dancing away.