Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you for the unveiling?
We met the enemy and he is us
divisions within the body
Distorting scriptures, creating
And all oppressive form s of
There is disorder, its is necessary
When pale attempts to men result in confusion
For cannot be based on doctrine
The blinding is paradoxical
of two spiritual lineages
The ministry of life and
The ministry of death and
The poltergeist moves ancient and
Reviving scenes of inquisition
Every desecration emphasized in psychic
atmosphere for terminating thoughts
The is talking backwards 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 with and honor
We're evolving man to higher
For the age of rationalism is
To the
We will stalk the enemy and the line
Can you feel the Cross the line
Are we still alive? the line
To the sacred halls of truth
whom the blood of angels cry
To fill servants cup with light
For in his heart the spirits rise,
To search and trace the of love and infinite betrayal
For those who face resistance are by the grail
the silence, take the fear
Rape the sorrow, the tears, rise, rise
the blood of the lamb
Await the
Drink the of the lamb
Await the
The spirit haunts the armies life in this militia,
To bring reversal of authority and power
the eyes of god on highest, witnessing two worlds collide,
The blood is in the temple, naked and alive.
The stage is set all dimensions,
Denominations and
>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 of tyranny;
The revolution has arrived to turn his around
And see it's covered with the blood of martyrs' sedation,
With a kiss the child is lying slain the ground...
The will stay awake with me to watch the revolution
And light the we stand upon.
The of the night, drawn between the darkness
In the fields of blind indifference we
The silently before the blood has dried.
His peace is into a thousand scars revealed,
He puts on his bloody robe for the time.
His eyes, like mirrors, filled with
I saw him in the streams,
Immersed in tears, for the others,
to receive possession of his will.
Standing in the fife, he to me:
"if you don't reject this 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 will his ashes in my hands,
Dreaming out loud, moving in metaphors, away.