Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you for the unveiling?
We have met the and he is us
Breeding divisions the body
Distorting scriptures, instability
And all form s of dissonance
is disorder, its quarantine is necessary
When pale to gather men result in confusion
For unity cannot be on doctrine
The blinding light is
Symbolic of two spiritual
The of life and resurrection
The of death and condemnation
The moves ancient and established
Reviving of medieval inquisition
Every desecration emphasized in renaissance
Reserving for terminating thoughts
The priest is talking painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, emphasizing scriptures
His intolerable is inhuman interrogation
And its paranormal necromancy upon its nation
We will prostitute this offering discipline and honor
We're evolving man to higher
For the age of is over
To the
We will the enemy and cross the line
Can you feel the signs? the line
Are we still alive? Cross the
To walk the sacred halls of
>From whom the 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 resistance are protected by the grail
Break the silence, the fear
Rape the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise,
Drink the of the lamb
Await the
the blood of the lamb
Await the
The haunts the armies breathing life in this militia,
To complete reversal of authority and power
Into the of god on highest, witnessing two worlds collide,
The blood is in the temple, naked and alive.
The is set through all dimensions,
Denominations and
evolution to revolution and indestructible force,
Immune to righteousness based on law and disobedience,
The people find the defendant guilty on all charges.
The battlefield is cold and worn, receiving gifts of
The revolution has arrived to turn his face
And see it's covered with the blood of innocent sedation,
With a kiss the child is lying slain the ground...
The will stay awake with me to watch the revolution
And light the ground we upon.
The powers of the night, drawn between the
In the fields of blind indifference we
The corpses before the blood has dried.
His is broken into a thousand scars revealed,
He puts on his bloody robe for the 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.
in the fife, he said 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 sleeping, but some will say
The was me.
I will his ashes in my hands,
Dreaming out loud, in metaphors, dancing away.