Luyện nghe bài hát Of Martyrs, And Men

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

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

Do you think you follow
Do you think you follow the
Do you you are the chosen
Do you you are the few

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

You their lives
You our hearts
You no shame

You shake the
Dramatic
For your own

You say men
We know you're
You pitiful
The strong remain

Just like slaves, hand in
Just like ghosts, now damned