Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

I, I still recall the first full of May
Neath whose we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy
When we glide 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 heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me,

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I thank God for the suffering as I burn for her return
I would make my 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
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 moments won from
That creeps to the sun in drapes
Inwove with death's head wing, I God for the suffering

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

Love would have all
would have conquered
Hate, hate,

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