Luyện nghe bài hát Facade of reality

Sanguis meus tibi non iam sit

aeterintatis
Numquam
surget et deteget
Imaginem ?

People created inventions
To give lives a glimmer of hope
And to their fear of dying
And created religious intentions
to feel superior and to have a license to kill

Our desire to die is
Than all your desire for
There is no away from it now
Only true faith

People created religious
To give their a glimmer of hope
And to ease their of dying
And people created ascensions
To subject the and to enslave, just to further enrich themselves

It matter where we die
It matter that you cry
take you with us

A disgrace on the

O servator,
Te grati coluimus, Odor atrox quo nons intolerabilis est

Deceive by yielding
to soft that cause no pain
Enrich yourself with views
Learned disdain

A on the beyond
That can be undone
Who rise and unveil
The Facade of

Is still room for new dents in old wrecks?
A disgrace on the beyond can never be undone
Deceive by yielding to soft words
Enrich yourself by up your own mind

Sanguis tibi non iam perbibendus sit