Luyện nghe bài hát Echoes

echoes of
a whispered disease that left us on too weak to stand
upon this empire purity revealed
the sword of science, keep the truth concealed
we are the ten thousand reich - with us let it end
to the sands of that lent destruction a hand
let harmful amend
for the path has been chosen, the is done
but our culture its course

sip wine from the chalice of one culture's way
down the highways of we've paved
crosses stand erect death won the day
and we prayed our mortal to save

one does not see what one does not see
one not even see one is blind

do we to close our eyes
or is it the veil is so
by the treasons of our
that helpless of knowing new ways?

a tender lulls us to sleep
our hope lies like broken glass
march hollow dreams
me back to an unseen past,
and cleanse our wrecked by time

listen, can you hear
it's comfort knowing they are there
looking over our move,
and guiding us in the right
without them what we be
but souls trapped in an untamed jungle?
what we be
but a species of our proper place?
this civilization
our way of thinking, our way of life,
what we be?
what kind of would we be living?
what would we do and where would our paths us
without the whispered of angels...

death to the wisdom of the
five hundred generations - now it we are forever lost
like priests cloaked in robes
cut up, control, shape this in a better way
you've staked claim so dance in the flames...

...while we to write our names.
on the walls of this going down
what are we fighting for? whose world are you for?
if ours is the voice that knows only
then to whom should we turn for