Luyện nghe bài hát Of Martyrs, And Men

Burdened by the world, too weak to with life
Bow to your love, bow to show devotion
in the sickness that vomits forth deceit
Fear not what is 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 sea of faces, an endless sea of loss
Take your in line and serve them until the end

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

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

You their lives
You take our
You no shame

You the world
stage
For your own

You say men
We know cowards
You pitiful
The true strong

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