Luyện nghe bài hát I am the Thorn

The needle in the eye of the
The poison in the
The in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot

Maniacal the
That weaves my soul
dripping tongues of hate
Envenomed,

Like bombs in vast bazaars
My blood with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross or wandering
Shalt witness my

Born of in the Vatican
To a loathsome
I have crept behind the
And a wizard is not

Just a white blackened by
Singing weapons that led
A faith that soon over
Desert kingdoms of the

I smell the fleur du
The hellish stench of Judas in the

for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a war
on a thousand roses more
I am the

are the thickets
That spare the virgin
From the grasp of rapists
In the

that strive so far
For a Heaven grown reach
That herself is fabled
To be missing their peaks

Save in one sole
the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping
From the prying of the mob

I smell the du malcontent
The stench of Judas in the dozens

Bouquets for and twisted law
of a holy war
Bring on a thousand more
I am the

I am the
I am the
I am the

I am the Spear of
The of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet's
I am the

Saint disgustus, president
Great hopes of a shark eyed people
of the world now flicker and die

Impaled in the race in the face
forked tongues pricked the skies
Choking on words as I slither to their ear
As lightning strikes their minds

I am not the of god
I am the
I am not the of god
I am the

Territorial
Ever thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to knees
And fuck you

for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a war
Bring on a roses more
I am the

I am the
I am the
I am the