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
Drowning in the that vomits forth deceit
not what is said but fear what you believe

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

Do you think you follow
Do you think you the divine
Do you think you are the
Do you you are the few

A genocide of
The faithful their turn
Just slaves, hand in hand
Just like ghosts, souls in

You take lives
You our hearts
You have no

You the world
Dramatic
For your own

You say men
We you're cowards
You pitiful
The true strong

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