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 grain for flights of pleasure

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

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

That I would her kiss, a chrysalis
To break, to make my fluttered heart
And in frozen moments won from grief
creeps to wreathe 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 plan for my
Denied faith skies would have set her free
It again, dreams wend to capture

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

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

And in frozen moments won from grief
That creeps to the sun in drapes
Inwove with head wing
I thank God for the

And I thank God for the as still I burn for her return
I would my peace with everything

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

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

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

would have conquered all
Love would conquered
Hate, hate,

From that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
with death's head wing
I thank God for the