Luyện nghe bài hát Of Masks And Martyrs

as we you feast on what is left
of waking nightmares, prayers left unsaid
inside 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 are the souls unwept tears
walls of your heaven and pit of fears

the heavens fall and stars rain down
on the of the broken
upon those whose beauty is upon
whose you shit upon
if this is what your life will from me
if this is what your world will of me

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

-and all the words we not write
-and all the dreams die tonight
-and all the in hearts grown cold
-and all the beauty known

as heavens are rancid sweet
as angels breath of carrion
suffer the children as they dream
as empty souls breed worthless
as bitter hands passions spent
burned to black 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 - give me breath to face another day
if this is what your will take from me
if this is what your world will of me

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