Luyện nghe bài hát Havoc Vulture

Wonder how it would be to be the Redeemer
the one to bestow upon you and death
the one to you when you're down
or to be the one to you the crownofthorns
your hands are sore
(and) to save you from the everything you for
Are you bitter you see how pale you are?
Do you hate without direction?
A kind of seed you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets that
has to have a greater
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the word
to suffer for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you that He
Those who wait for His salt with open have a way to go
the shadows of must rest (first)
Though I ask, why do you dig own grave when others do it for you?
The force the hit can not be mistaken
'cause He's the saviour with and
...a in the dark
Maybe it is intimidating more than the way
where is the going? To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands?
Where did the knowing go?... With a to transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the
behind the vault of the sky's mystery lies a
damned or saved, how we ever know?