Luyện nghe bài hát The Creation Ruin

Here's to you who would creation.
to you...

See blind men, we mean to bring you sight.
Gaze long upon wasteland.
Into the of the limbless, grieving and slain.
Pray you such suffering.
See here men.
You see here.

We will not mourn. Not day.
the pallbearers. Quench the pyre.
We by moonlight;
Bound by unrest, driven lunacy.

Maddened, mongering, guiltless, undiscerning...
The will silence the last of us.

Farewell to breath and hearts,
Life into the soil.
Death is men unite, after lifetimes of unrest.
And this is the of man,
fortunes of breath and beating hearts.
Death is men unite. We unite only in death.
A union of corpses littered under a moon.

May the weight of the bring the burden of clarity.
In vengeance we are blind, masked by a black
the vision, the heart, and the mind.
Exact and be damned.
Only unveiling brings deliverance this,
Our and cyclical fate...

From the womb with warm on our faces;
To the grave with cold on our hands.

Here's to you who ruin creation...

an end to you.