Luyện nghe bài hát Of Masks And Martyrs

as we bleed you feast on is left
of waking nightmares, prayers best left
sinking inside of the beasts we be
feeling desires buried, best left to sleep
suffer the of beauty to know
years down, passions unknown
the bitterest ashes are the souls unwept
walls of your heaven and pit of your

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

words which we cannot speak
for the fallen are lost the absence of dreams
in that are ever bright we cast wishes into the darkness
for the stench of heaven clings to me
and the stars weep for my
this long, dark age has given us but memory

-and all the words we will not
-and all the that die tonight
all the love in hearts grown cold
-and all the beauty known

as heavens winds are rancid
as breath of carrion reek
suffer the children as they dream
as souls breed worthless ends
as bitter hands stroke spent
hearts to black with the fires of prayers for the end

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

if this is the world has made of me
then let it live the consequences