Luyện nghe bài hát Of Martyrs, And Men

Burdened by the world, too to deal with life
Bow to show your love, bow to show
Drowning in the sickness that 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 mind and use it to
An sea of faces, an endless sea of loss
Take your place in line and serve until the end

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

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

You take lives
You take our
You no shame

You shake the
Dramatic
For own gain

You say men
We you're cowards
You fools
The true remain

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