Luyện nghe bài hát Serv Asat

Serv asat, serv asat, serv

To the plague soiling my brain
I put the pen to the pad until the madness
'Cause words are colossal aggressive not
like a brothel, no need to get hostile

Calling all apostles, we stand
They bleeding out they nostrils, I'm wicked with
Throwing vicious combinations, witness
I just your soul annihilation

Feel the tickle and grow
Spreading your mind and taking control
A savage on a rampage war is all that I know
Feeding hungry heads defeating all your

Art saves, make the a weapon you can use
Art saves, make the a weapon you can use

From the moment I wake it grenades
So I scribble on the page and reality
I walk the moors with pagans on forest floors
the sacraments and conjure up thunderstorms

I hunt with Cernunnos and with satyrs
Conquer in a day and battle armored invaders

Infested with ticks this is shit
All these traitors in the while the napalms drips
Words burn lips like old roach clips
Holy as I by this

Art saves, make the pain a you can use
Art saves, the pain a weapon you can use

asat

I liberate the devils in my
the paragraphs crafted by my pen
These drip on the page
My blind, multi-eyed of rage

I could'a took a bat to the of his head
Or dropped a napalm on the bed as she slept
But I split and wrote it instead
At least now you know who you're with
I'm but I'm free, you're weak and I'm built for the siege

Art saves, the pain a weapon you can use
Art saves, make the a weapon you can use

Serv asat, serv