Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you ready for the
We met the enemy and he is us
Breeding within the body
scriptures, creating instability
And all oppressive s of dissonance
There is disorder, its quarantine is
pale attempts to gather men result in confusion
For unity cannot be on doctrine
The blinding light is
Symbolic of two lineages
The ministry of life and
The ministry of death and
The moves ancient and established
Reviving scenes of inquisition
Every desecration emphasized in psychic
atmosphere for terminating thoughts
The priest is backwards painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, isolated scriptures
His anointing is inhuman interrogation
And its paranormal necromancy feeds upon its
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? the line
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 and trace the scars of love and infinite betrayal
For those who face resistance are by the grail
Break the silence, take the
Rape the sorrow, the tears, rise, rise
Drink the of the lamb
the stand
Drink the blood of the
the stand
The spirit the armies breathing life in this militia,
To bring complete reversal of authority and
Into the eyes of god on highest, witnessing two collide,
The blood is in the temple, naked and alive.
The stage is set all dimensions,
and rituals;
>From evolution to revolution and force,
Immune to righteousness on law and civil disobedience,
The people the pale defendant guilty on all charges.
The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving of tyranny;
The revolution has to turn his face around
And see it's covered with the of martyrs' innocent sedation,
With a the child is lying slain upon the ground...
The will stay awake with me to watch the revolution
And the ground we stand upon.
The powers of the night, drawn between the
In the fields of indifference we count
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, 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 the great interval, and we have lived to see
The monster sleeping, but will say
The was me.
I will his ashes in my hands,
Dreaming out loud, moving in metaphors, away.