Luyện nghe bài hát The Stand

Are you ready for the
We met the enemy and he is us
Breeding within the body
Distorting scriptures, creating
And all oppressive s of dissonance
is disorder, its quarantine is necessary
When pale to gather men result in confusion
For unity be based on doctrine
The blinding light is
Symbolic of two spiritual
The of life and resurrection
The ministry of and condemnation
The poltergeist moves ancient and
Reviving of medieval inquisition
Every desecration emphasized in renaissance
Reserving atmosphere for terminating
The is talking backwards painting sacrilegious pictures
In his doctrinal errors, isolated scriptures
His intolerable anointing is interrogation
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 is over
To the
We will stalk the enemy and cross the
Can you feel the signs? Cross the
Are we alive? Cross the line
To walk the halls of truth
>From whom the of angels cry
To fill your cup with light
For in his heart the rise, rise
To search and trace the scars of love and betrayal
For those who face resistance are by the grail
Break the silence, the fear
Rape the sorrow, wipe the tears, rise,
Drink the of the lamb
Await the
Drink the blood of the
Await the
The spirit haunts the armies breathing life in militia,
To complete reversal of authority and power
Into the eyes of god on highest, witnessing two collide,
The is rising in the temple, naked and alive.
The stage is set all dimensions,
and rituals;
>From evolution to and indestructible force,
Immune to based on law and civil disobedience,
The people find the pale defendant on all charges.
The battlefield is and worn, receiving gifts of tyranny;
The revolution has arrived to turn his face
And see it's covered with the blood of martyrs' sedation,
With a kiss the is lying slain upon the ground...
The lamb will stay awake with me to the revolution
And light the ground we upon.
The of the night, drawn between the darkness
In the fields of blind we count
The corpses silently before the has dried.
His peace is broken into a thousand revealed,
He puts on his bloody for the last time.
His eyes, mirrors, filled with murder;
I saw him in the streams,
Immersed in tears, for the others,
Fighting to receive of his will.
in the fife, he said to me:
"if you reject this power it may destroy you."
For we seen 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, in metaphors, dancing away.