Luyện nghe bài hát Of Masks And Martyrs

as we bleed you feast on is left
of waking nightmares, best left unsaid
sinking of the beasts we shall be
desires buried, dreams best left to sleep
suffer the absence of to know
years down, passions unknown
the bitterest are the souls unwept tears
of your heaven and pit of your fears

the will fall and stars rain down
on the backs of the
upon whose beauty is spit upon
whose desire you upon
if this is what your life take from me
if this is what your world make of me

these which we cannot speak
for the fallen are through the absence of dreams
in skies that are ever bright we cast wishes into the
for the of your heaven clings to me
and the stars weep for my
this long, age has given us but faded memory

-and all the words we not write
-and all the that die tonight
-and all the love in grown cold
-and all the never known

as heavens winds are sweet
as angels of carrion reek
the children as they will dream
as empty breed worthless ends
as bitter hands stroke passions
hearts burned to with the fires of prayers for the end

and the stars weep for my
this long, dark age has given us the memory
of passions spent - give me breath to face day
if is what your life will take from me
if this is what your will make of me

if this is what the has made of me
let it live with the consequences