Luyện nghe bài hát Of Masks And Martyrs

as we you feast on what is left
of waking nightmares, best left unsaid
inside of the beasts we shall be
feeling buried, dreams best left to sleep
the absence of beauty to know
years down, passions unknown
the bitterest ashes are the souls unwept
walls of your heaven and pit of your

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

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

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

as winds are rancid sweet
as angels breath of reek
suffer the as they will dream
as empty souls worthless ends
as bitter stroke passions spent
hearts burned to black the fires of prayers for the end

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

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