Luyện nghe bài hát Mannequin of All That I Embrace

A dark of respite covers your face;
Tears through your hands of evil,
Shadows across your celestial eyes,
The nemesis of light,
Cast by outcasts of witchcraft.
A condition of day fading night,
Devastation of a kind,
burns the decay,

From a telling a story of woe
A sacramental disgrace, a of disorder,
high by a hero of injustice,
A dark of annihilation, dwarfed by fear,
And knights of the suffer for us,
To protect us the inevitable doom of night,
And thoughts of sin through my mind,
Screams of horror break the silence of the excuse,

That clouds the minds of all wise and powerful,
Until they are little then the pitiful harlequin of cowardice
Hide in the shadows you are protected by the light,
With sunrise more false hope,
And is believed and by all through equivocation,

And falsehood by an Angel,
Who brandishes a long gone rusty,
And wields a tyrannical voice.
Whilst a of all sinister blame,
That falls upon the of the innocent,
And at the hands of unjust predominance
A divine excuse for a to live,