Luyện nghe bài hát Strange

your order is your
your violence your
your gospel is blasphemy
famine is your feast
destruction is your
your woman and your
I fear your falling
to be your beast
I in something strange
the are closing in
us one by one
the of the seven churches
of the sun
silent lay the gentle
the and the gun
I believe the gates
are closed to
I believe in strange
Prophets and angels fall from the
weak is the grip of the hand of the
for the bleeding that lie in the shatters
pray for the dying that lie in graves
through guilt and fear
is not what I had in
and my has run far too thin
the hands of you all
and I'm I have nothing
for you
a of tragedy
a watchful eye
a of agony
down from the sky
the of catastrophe
go quickly by
I to understand
the simple why
I believe in strange
strange this song of