Luyện nghe bài hát Republic of Heaven

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We wane in remembrance, by our scorn.
The flocks of the throttled, forlorn.
We gasp with epiphany, unmasked.
Ranks of black litter out path.

Empyrian on our woeful malaise,
Engulfs and our impious parade.
These are the embers, the ideal,
The end of our allow us to feel.
Nerves remain tender to makes us cry.
We see these windows now become eyes.

Our burden is as we ascend.
Like blemished the earth seems to rent.
Pustules of faces, like crevasse,
Our coherence lost to morass.

Empyrian empties on our malaise,
Engulfs and entwines our parade.
are the embers, the fetid ideal,
The end of our chastity us to feel.
Nerves remain tender to makes us cry.
We see through these now become eyes.

Our debts are to this epoch,
Sanctimonious, no remorse.
The is dead!
We his face! Cut off his head!
We at thee, we curse at thee.
The is dead!
and sisters, the king is dead!
Cut him down, his skin, the king is dead!
Our god is dead!

Courtisans! Compatriots! Lend me ears,
We slayed demagogue dragged it to its knees.
We cut all the deafened their call,
We gave back the willing to us all.
We will not go quiet, we not be restrained,
We not be slaves to an impotent regieme.
this in remembrance, the turning of tides.
Our nascent republic born of demise.

The nativity!
Our elegy!
To reform!

empties on our woeful malaise,
Engulfs and our impious parade.
are the embers, the fetid ideal,
The end of our chastity us to feel.
Nerves remain tender to touch us cry.
We see through windows now become eyes.