Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you for the unveiling?
We met the enemy and he is us
Breeding within the body
Distorting scriptures, creating
And all oppressive s of dissonance
There is disorder, its is necessary
When pale to gather men result in confusion
For unity cannot be on doctrine
The light is paradoxical
of two spiritual lineages
The ministry of and resurrection
The of death and condemnation
The poltergeist ancient and established
Reviving scenes of medieval
desecration emphasized in psychic renaissance
Reserving for terminating thoughts
The priest is backwards painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, isolated scriptures
His intolerable is inhuman interrogation
And its paranormal necromancy feeds its nation
We will this offering with discipline and honor
We're evolving man to higher
For the age of is over
To the
We will stalk the enemy and cross the
Can you feel the signs? Cross the
Are we alive? Cross the line
To walk the sacred halls of
>From whom the blood of cry
To fill your servants cup with
For in his heart the spirits rise,
To search and trace the of love and infinite betrayal
For who face resistance are protected by the grail
the silence, take the fear
Rape the sorrow, the tears, rise, rise
the blood of the lamb
Await the
Drink the blood of the
the stand
The haunts the armies breathing life in this militia,
To complete reversal 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 to revolution and indestructible force,
Immune to righteousness based on law and 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 around
And see covered with 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 light the ground we upon.
The of the night, drawn between the darkness
In the fields of blind indifference we
The corpses silently before the has dried.
His peace is into a thousand scars revealed,
He puts on his robe for the last time.
His eyes, like mirrors, with 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 reject this power it may destroy you."
For we have seen the interval, and we have lived to see
The monster sleeping, but some say
The was me.
I hold his ashes in my hands,
Dreaming out loud, in metaphors, dancing away.