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 nights on glassy waves
When we would lightly away
the grain for wicked flights of pleasure

Those visions fade like to lifes parade
Though once made her so vivid
A scarlet with both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me,

Amidst the writhe of 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 amiss
And in frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to wreathe the sun in
Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the

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

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

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

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

I, I still recall, the first full of May
Consigned to flames secret letters
Amidst the writhe of parapets where sigh, lonely she sits
Only a from 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 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 once more to score, finale

Love would conquered all
Love have conquered
Hate, hate,

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