Luyện nghe bài hát Havoc Vulture

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