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
your hands are sore
(and) to save you the everything you care for
Are you bitter you see how pale you are?
Do you hate without direction?
A kind of inside you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one that everything
has to have a meaning
An unrecognisable call drags you towards the word
to Martyrdom for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings, 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 your own grave others do it for you?
The force the hit can not be mistaken
'cause He's the with magnanimity and
...a light in the
Maybe it is intimidating more lighting the way
where is the road going? To a where you can wash the blood of your hands?
Where did the knowing go?... a saviour 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?