Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox Manifesto

The memories far beyond the
Have to lurk in the distance
Like objects dearly known
The grace of devils

As they walk me like a medium
When I choose and a burn-out
in expanded malicious force
Drained for weapons

Knowing you stand
In the magnitude of this
Looking at the of fire and flames
Enduring on the throne of the heart

The memories far the reckoning
Have begun to in the distance
Like visual objects known
The of devils hands

As walk with me like a medium
When I choose and require a
Resting in malicious force
for murderous weapons

Knowing you stand
In the magnitude of this
Looking at the of fire and flames
Enduring on the throne of the black

A of evil I am
And therefore also a carrier of
As I use this through the dark
And the sunshine in the dead end

do not exist
When you are of the crowd
the art of confidence
I at the throne of my soul

The value of this unwinds
the other path
A hidden
But obvious to the and wise

By this reality
I remain in a cloud
With feet solid in the ground
And thus I get of mind

A bringer of I am
And a carrier of light
As I use this focus the dark
And face the in the dead end