Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

I, I still recall the first moon of May
Neath rays we lay together
And those bright on glassy waves
When we would glide away
From the grain for flights of pleasure

Those visions fade like ghosts to parade
Though incisions once made her so
A scarlet whore both heels in the door
Of a heaven from me, insipid

Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, she sits
a slip from whence I beg her

That I wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered heart
And in those moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in
Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the

Yeah, love have conquered all but for the rapture
That ancient for my defeat
Denied skies that would have set her free
It again, dreams wend to capture

Once, in a spotlit waltz
Through a dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened her
The drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine intervention

that the author of sin was me
And I lay of hate in faiths embrace
As mortals warred more, besides
They warred with life

And in those frozen moments won grief
That creeps to the sun in drapes
Inwove death's head wing
I God for the suffering

And I thank God for the suffering as still I for her return
I make my peace with everything

I, I still recall, the first moon of May
Consigned to flames secret letters
Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, she sits
Only a from whence I beg her

That I would wish her kiss, a
To break, to make my fluttered amiss
And in those frozen moments won grief
That to wreathe the sun in drapes
with death's head wing, I thank God for the suffering

Love would have conquered all, we not parted?
Her splintered loss rekindles
The winter frost across my stage
Lit up once more to score, started

Love would conquered all
Love have conquered
Hate, hate,

From grief that to wreathe the sun in drapes
with death's head wing
I God for the suffering