Luyện nghe bài hát A Martyr's Prayer

[Lyrics: Albert Bell / Music:

This is my this is my blood

these dying whispers of a dying life
I weave the darkest dream,
A wish to conceal the of fate
Shall I ever escape is deemed?

Father, me from the harshness of reality
Shall a of thorns be my cruel destiny?

A pilgrimage through the dawn of
A blessed sojourn for the meaning of
I gaze through the face of
For they shall know me - the

They say I hold the key of the presence
A prophet that the world's futile essence
I am the offering that mankind shall bequeath
A karmic that cannot ever be retrieved

The words of wisdom shall be
the bones of my weakened body
I long to rebuke the blood through
The of humanity's story

Father them,
For they do not know what they are

My God why you forsaken Me?
Father, thy hands I commend my spirit

A pilgrimage through the dawn of
A blessed sojourn for the of salvation
I through the face of death
For they know me - the Redeemer