Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you for the unveiling?
We met the enemy and he is us
Breeding divisions the body
scriptures, creating instability
And all form s of dissonance
There is disorder, its is necessary
When pale attempts to gather men result in
For unity be based on doctrine
The blinding is paradoxical
Symbolic of two lineages
The ministry of life and
The of death and condemnation
The poltergeist ancient and established
Reviving of medieval inquisition
Every desecration emphasized in psychic
atmosphere for terminating thoughts
The is talking backwards painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, isolated scriptures
His intolerable is inhuman interrogation
And its paranormal necromancy feeds its nation
We will prostitute this offering with and honor
We're evolving man to higher
For the age of rationalism is
To the
We will the enemy and cross the line
Can you feel the signs? Cross the
Are we still alive? the line
To walk the sacred of truth
>From whom the blood of cry
To fill servants cup with light
For in his the spirits rise, rise
To search and trace the of love and infinite betrayal
For those who face resistance are protected by the
Break the silence, the fear
the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise, rise
Drink the blood of the
the stand
Drink the of the lamb
Await the
The spirit haunts the armies life in this militia,
To bring reversal of authority and power
Into the eyes of god on highest, two worlds collide,
The is rising in the temple, naked and alive.
The stage is set all dimensions,
and rituals;
>From evolution to revolution and force,
to righteousness based on law and civil disobedience,
The people find the defendant guilty on all charges.
The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving gifts of
The has arrived to turn his face around
And see it's covered with the of martyrs' innocent sedation,
With a kiss the child is lying slain the ground...
The lamb will stay awake with me to watch the
And light the we stand upon.
The of the night, drawn between the darkness
In the of blind indifference we count
The corpses silently the blood has dried.
His peace is into a thousand scars revealed,
He puts on his bloody for the last time.
His eyes, like mirrors, filled with
I saw him in the streams,
in tears, crying for the others,
Fighting to receive of his will.
Standing in the fife, he 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 will say
The was me.
I will his ashes in my hands,
Dreaming out loud, in metaphors, dancing away.