Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

I, I recall the first full moon of May
Neath whose rays we lay
And those bright nights on waves
When we glide lightly away
From the for wicked flights of pleasure

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

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

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

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

Once, dancing in a spotlit
Through a shadowed
Given to the rivers that her eyes
The world drifted by in a lost momentum no divine intervention

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

And in those frozen moments won from
creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's wing
I thank God for the

And I thank God for the suffering as I burn for her return
I would make my peace everything

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

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

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

would have conquered all
Love have conquered
Hate, hate,

From grief creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's wing
I thank God for the