Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Wings Of The Cross

A descent into the darkest of time
When cruelty was an form of ugliness
Accusations of sacrilege, the was real
What fell over the land was forced with steel

The servants of power unleashed
No one to from the shield of hypocrisy
For decades the poor have been the
and mayhem under the wings of the cross

Extremity in ways too to realize
In rotten dungeons the screams to vanish
Perversion, monstrosity, suffering
Horrible ways to "discover" all heretic

When minds fulfill the spiral prophecy
To work in hand with death is efficiency
No pity for any form of
continuing acts of bestial eliminations

("The Of Our Discontent")