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 poison you when down
or to be the one to hand you the
when hands are sore
(and) to save you the everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how you are?
Do you feel without direction?
A kind of seed you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one forgets everything
has to have a greater
An unrecognisable drags you towards the unspoken word
to Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off wings, somehow just to remind you that He exists
Those who wait for His salt with 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 behind the hit can not be mistaken
'cause He's the with magnanimity and
...a in the dark
Maybe it is intimidating than lighting the way
where is the road To a place where you can wash the blood of your hands?
did the knowing go?... With a saviour to transcendental kingdoms
or to the valley of the
the vault of the sky's mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how we ever know?