Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you for the unveiling?
We have met the and he is us
Breeding divisions within the
Distorting scriptures, creating
And all oppressive s of dissonance
There is disorder, its quarantine is
When pale attempts to gather men result in
For unity be based on doctrine
The blinding light is
of two spiritual lineages
The ministry of life and
The ministry of and condemnation
The poltergeist moves and established
Reviving scenes of medieval
desecration emphasized in psychic renaissance
Reserving atmosphere for terminating
The priest is talking backwards painting sacrilegious
In his doctrinal errors, emphasizing isolated
His intolerable anointing is inhuman
And its necromancy feeds upon its nation
We will prostitute this offering discipline and honor
We're evolving man to states
For the age of rationalism is
To the
We will stalk the and cross the line
Can you feel the signs? the line
Are we still Cross the line
To walk the sacred halls of
>From the blood of angels cry
To fill your servants cup with
For in his the spirits rise, rise
To search and trace the scars of love and infinite
For those who face resistance are by the grail
the silence, take the fear
Rape the sorrow, the tears, rise, rise
Drink the blood of the
Await the
the blood of the lamb
Await the
The spirit haunts the armies breathing life in militia,
To bring complete of authority and power
Into the of god on highest, witnessing two worlds collide,
The blood is rising in the temple, and alive.
The is set through all dimensions,
and rituals;
>From evolution to and indestructible force,
Immune to righteousness based on law and disobedience,
The people find the pale defendant on all charges.
The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving gifts of
The revolution has to turn his face around
And see it's covered with the blood of innocent sedation,
a kiss the child is lying slain upon the ground...
The lamb will stay awake with me to the revolution
And the ground we stand upon.
The of the night, drawn between the darkness
In the fields of blind indifference we
The corpses silently before the has dried.
His is broken into a thousand scars revealed,
He on his bloody 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 reject 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 hold his ashes in my hands,
out loud, moving in metaphors, dancing away.