Luyện nghe bài hát Vanity Is Slang For Submission

An uprising empire by the antithesis of tolerance,
of doomed, empty animas bound to the tyrant's will.
The castle is raised: the sand castle must be brought down.
With insincerity they led so called brotherhood to an undesired slaughter.
With insincerity led their so called supremacy right at our feet.

Who will protect their beloved when our vengeance unleashes?

The hangmen implore for amnesty as their lives on a mere trigger pull.
At this point of my journey I discern between mercy and scorn; place
your bets, let's play with my heart as the croupier. Will this be the
time for the final retaliation or will my pride submit to my regret again?
To the rhythm of another song about honor and purity, I my eyes and
trust the righteousness of He who the fairest perception.

(And so, the most important decision was in the smallest of times. The curtain of obliviousness surrounded the scene; a gunshot in the dark...).

[So you led out disdain and shed the blood of the innocent]
Make them perish. I will avenge our fallen. {Today I will avenge our fallen and
there will be no for you}.

Please, me. Redeem me from all my sins, for I will bring peace at last... after the rivers run red.