Luyện nghe bài hát Packed In Purgatory

the wind,
take breath,
one stop closer to another death

World without takes it start
figures don't know their parts
The day remains as midnight
As the reap from the in sight

Who are we to a god?
Power consumes and like fog
Grip guns, we'll go to war
Who to fight. We'll you the torch

the voice, breathe the fire,
We put pain back into
You you may
You wish you
Now go and kill all in

and broken,
Unholy and
The means of a hero considered to be a
But with means comes great sorrow
the pain
Tears falling like rain
From the above
the hearts of the living and the sane

you see
This pain never cease
for no reason, not one sense of your liberty
Lost souls on seas
help the weakened praying on bloody knees

This is no game, is called war
not needed, something so uncalled for
You speak of
We speak of
Cant you see this is just some hypocrisy ?
We no enemy
Already have been driven to
This life is what you call
God ****ing abnormality.

Play your god, play your
The your stage, and lock our freedoms within a cage
Diabolical factions your taste
The as we know it
Is at stake.