Luyện nghe bài hát Of Martyrs, And Men

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

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

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

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

You their lives
You our hearts
You have no

You the world
stage
For your own

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

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