Luyện nghe bài hát Of Masks And Martyrs

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

the heavens will fall and rain down
on the of the broken
upon those whose beauty is upon
whose desire you upon
if is what your life will take from me
if is what your world will make of me

these words which we speak
for the fallen are lost through the of dreams
in skies are ever bright we cast wishes into the darkness
for the stench of your clings to me
and the weep for my shame
this long, dark age has us but faded memory

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

as heavens winds are sweet
as angels breath of reek
suffer the children as they will
as empty souls breed worthless
as bitter hands stroke passions
hearts burned to black with the fires of for the end

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

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