Luyện nghe bài hát Weak Fantasy

These given to us all
Are filled with sacrifice and robes of
Dissonant choirs and downcast
Selfhood of a ape

the crown of a heavenly spy
Forged in blood of who defy
the ring, praise and sing
He you dwelling in fear and sin

is a choice you embrace

Your only
poetry
Witchcraft filling your
Lust for
necrocracy
Every child worthy of a tale

Pick author from à la carte fantasy
Filled with and slavery
You live for the days to come
Shoveling trash of the caste

mouth in a rotting head
Sucking dry the teat of the
A breed we are
A starving with show-off toys

Fear is a you embrace

Your only
Tribal
Witchcraft your void
Lust for
necrocracy
Every child worthy of a tale

From words war of the worlds
This one we forsake scorn
From lies, the strength of our
Mother's milk laced with poison for newborn

Wake up child, I have a story to
Once upon a

only truth
Tribal
Witchcraft filling your
Lust for

Male
child worthy of a better tale