Luyện nghe bài hát Thank God for The Suffering

I, I still recall the full moon of May
whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy
When we glide lightly away
From the grain for wicked of pleasure

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

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

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

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

Once, dancing in a waltz
Through a dimension
Given to the rivers that her eyes
The world by in a lost momentum with no divine intervention

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

And in those frozen 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 still I for her return
I would make my peace with

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

That I wish her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered amiss
And in those moments won from grief
creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
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 more to score, finale started

Love would conquered all
Love have conquered
Hate, hate,

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