Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

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

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

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

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

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

Once, in a spotlit waltz
a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers 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 embrace
As mortals warred with more,
They warred with itself

And in those moments won from grief
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 still I for her return
I would my peace with everything

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

I would wish 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 head wing, I thank God for the suffering

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

would have conquered all
Love would conquered
Hate, hate,

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