Luyện nghe bài hát Ending the Perpetual Tragedy

Hear my that I might teach you
Take my arms I might reach you
That I might
Straight for your

This is
Will we not be
Until we sit drenched in other's blood?

The shame of only two appalling
A of life, of a dead man
This is why the wives, the mothers, and are mourning

Love, as vital to as blood to heart
pain
Lest death by means of it's
emissary, man

On this day, saints be sinners
There will be no victors, bereaved
is why we morn

Leaving the world blind, eye eye

inhabits the environs
Famine feeds our
is predisposed to die
Death needs no

We blood to where we rest
And we are not sleepless

And we live such tragedy in perpetuity

Her one is dead
His one is dead
My one is dead
Your one is dead

This is a