Luyện nghe bài hát The Heretic

These fits of are torturing me
The that I've seen won't breathe again
A sad child of madness, they'll be free
again to die, the agonies begin

And soldiers keep coming, like warriors die
But gangland's alive when cry
hate's blind addictions, a killing machine
And it burns on the of shattered lives

Lost child, child

The of all evil are sown in their minds
And harvest the sad of woe
'Cause dead boys are martyrs that on forever
But now it's too late for their

And standing on sanities too edge
And worship the, 'Lord of the
And wade the slaughter you've made of thy brother
And drown in his then when he dies

You see in their
the lost child
See in their

You see in their
the lost child
See in eyes

Don't turn out the lights 'cause there's demons in the
And prey on the fears in us all
They hide and wait and they shun the light of day
The screams in their dreams us all

Children of the
Such a sad tune they
The bloody boys that sing a song
And for all of them they're just memories in the

and see
It's the dawn of
Keeper of the of fire

And the Heretic has
You have to be afraid
I, till I come to get ya

And in time
On the swords you ride
And a spell of Heresy

And die in
a wild dog in chains
And no one can or set you free

You see in their
the lost child
See in eyes

You see in their
They're the child
See in their