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 poison you when down
or to be the one to you the crownofthorns
when hands are sore
(and) to save you from the everything you for
Are you bitter you see how pale you are?
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 you towards the unspoken word
to Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to you that He exists
Those who wait for His salt with open wounds a way to go
the shadows of your must (first)
Though I ask, why do you dig your own when others do it for you?
The force behind the hit can not be
'cause He's the saviour magnanimity and
...a light in the
Maybe it is intimidating more than the way
where is the road going? To a place you can wash the blood of your hands?
Where did the knowing go?... With a to transcendental kingdoms
or to the of the forgotten?
the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we know?