Luyện nghe bài hát Of Martyrs, And Men

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

Ravaged by their words and into open arms
thieves they'll steal your mind and use it to control
An endless sea of faces, an sea of loss
Take your place in line and serve them 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 genocide of
The wait their turn
Just slaves, hand in hand
Just like ghosts, souls in

You take lives
You take our
You have no

You the world
Dramatic
For own gain

You say men
We know cowards
You fools
The strong remain

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