Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the space holds the silent lace of night
away you
You think that you can the searing, moulten gold between
your ...
But it slips through, tendons as it goes,
the white of a knuckle ...
flesh-and-metal letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the ones you should die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling the windowsill into your

They stare out, aimless heads,
torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are with the smell of death.
Saviour of the Fallen, of the Weak,
of the Tall Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the only way you .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which bear no
You life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
of
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the night they your eye
its socket ...
and the ball hangs fallen on cheek.
Complaining tongues are a thousand mouths are filled
with metal.
Your face a of green; somehow you try to speak through all the
garbage in mouth
But it won't come out, and you cannot the words
as your
throws your fame into the and you are burned.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the only way you ..........
ii. THE
Live by sword and you die so,
All your power shall to nought,
every life you take is of your own,
death, not power, is what bought.
Cringing in your as the outriders of doom step
on your
Begging for life as the impartial knife sinks in your
screaming ...
without malice, taking murder's toll,
you must pay the of hate, and that price is
soul ....
Live in peace or die in your war-room.