Luyện nghe bài hát Of Masks And Martyrs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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