Luyện nghe bài hát Be Winged

Show suffocation the clouds,
The crusade for is nearly lost.
Fumes of fould temperament the air,
Envenomed by beings of aggression.
If the wicked are to rest,
Surely they not be saved.
And so the hopeful in the hopeless.

A of life in the midst of death,
The side of romance and delusion, dies.
You, so and concerned are no exception.

There are those who do not care,
And those who would you harm.
The of salvation lies in graveyards,
Where the soulful have been absorbed by the soulless.

Suffer the truth,
In laboring for human you are asking brick to be glass...

Repeating lies to just to keep your faith.
You lie to yourself to maintain sanity.
We all lie to ourselves we feel the hopelessness.
Of a tomorrow.

Be winged, free the mire of men.
Be winged, the dead soil to the dying.
Inherit the wind, soar from the coils asphyxiate you.
Be winged and climb high, with a wingspan to mankind.