Luyện nghe bài hát Of Masks And Martyrs

as we bleed you on what is left
of waking nightmares, prayers best unsaid
sinking of the beasts we shall be
feeling desires buried, dreams best left to
suffer the absence of beauty to
years beaten down, passions
the bitterest ashes are the souls unwept
walls of your heaven and pit of fears

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

these words which we speak
for the fallen are lost through the absence of
in skies that are 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 faded

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

as winds are rancid sweet
as angels breath of reek
suffer the children as they dream
as empty souls breed worthless
as bitter hands stroke spent
hearts burned to with the fires of prayers for the end

and the stars weep for my
long, dark age has given us the faded memory
of passions spent - give me breath to 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 with the consequences