Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

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

Those visions like ghosts to lifes parade
Though incisions made her so vivid
A whore with both heels in the door
Of a severed from me, insipid

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

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

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

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

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

And in those frozen moments won grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in
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 moon of May
to flames like secret letters
Amidst the writhe of where angels sigh, lonely she sits
a slip from whence I beg her

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

Love would have conquered all, were we not
Her loss rekindles rage
The frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up more to score, finale started

Love have conquered all
would have conquered
Hate, hate,

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