Luyện nghe bài hát Of Martyrs, And Men

Burdened by the world, too weak to deal life
Bow to your love, bow to show devotion
in the sickness that vomits forth deceit
Fear not what is said but fear what you

Ravaged by their words and into open arms
Like thieves they'll your mind and use it to control
An endless sea of faces, an sea of loss
Take your place in and serve them until the end

Do you think you greatness
Do you think you the divine
Do you think you are the
Do you you are the few

A of faith
The faithful wait their
Just like slaves, hand in
Just like ghosts, in hand

You their lives
You our hearts
You no shame

You the world
stage
For your own

You say men
We know you're
You fools
The true strong

Just like slaves, hand in
like ghosts, now you're damned