Luyện nghe bài hát Birth - Fiendish Figuration

Exposed with as empty
as the space,
crawling we
to where the final lies,
to whom is the
that we are to pay...?
forces dare to appear only
when we away,
truth reveals
yourself!
A face to hypocrites,
we the masks,
their smiles,
"Mind's eyes should break the lies!"
Distorted are all
to us,
phantasmagoria... such a weapon,
ineffectual us, enemies,
with the of truth...
...truth me sick,
a wretched play!

Paralyezed by and bones,
to vegetate,
condemned to stay

we are escaping,
we're to..
. ashore,
"Oh, beloved side!"
Our in perfections,
and tribulation,
our pain,
we'll and die...