Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

I, I still recall the first full of May
Neath whose rays we lay
And those bright nights on glassy
When we would lightly away
the grain for wicked flights of pleasure

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

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

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

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

Once, dancing in a waltz
Through a shadowed
to the rivers that bedizened her eyes
The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine

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

And in frozen moments won from grief
That to wreathe the sun in drapes
with death's head wing
I God for the suffering

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

I, I still recall, the first full of May
Consigned to like secret letters
the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Only a slip from I beg her

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

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

Love would have all
would have conquered
Hate, hate,

From grief that creeps to the sun in drapes
Inwove with head wing
I thank God for the