Luyện nghe bài hát Havoc Vulture

Wonder how it be to be the great Redeemer
the one to bestow you life 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 save you from the you care for
Are you bitter when you see how pale you
Do you hate without direction?
A kind of inside you that never blossoms
It is at the end one forgets that everything
has to have a meaning
An call drags you towards the unspoken word
to suffer for the others
The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow to remind you that He exists
Those who wait for His with open wounds have a way to go
the shadows of your must (first)
I ask, why do you dig your own grave when others do it for you?
The behind the hit can not be mistaken
'cause He's the saviour with and
...a light in the
Maybe it is intimidating more than 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 of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the sky's lies a dream
or saved, how could we ever know?