Luyện nghe bài hát Havoc Vulture

Wonder how it be to be the great 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 you from the everything you care for
Are you when you see how pale you are?
Do you feel hate direction?
A kind of inside you that never blossoms
It is at the end one forgets that everything
has to have a greater
An unrecognisable call drags you the unspoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the
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 shadows of your 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 with magnanimity and
...a in the dark
Maybe it is more than lighting 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 saviour to transcendental
or to the valley of the
behind the of the sky's mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how we ever know?