Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the that holds the silent lace of night
away you
You think that you can hold the searing, moulten gold
fingers ...
But it slips through, tendons as it goes,
exposing the of a knuckle ...
forming letters in the mould.
Cradling you gun, after choosing the you think should die-
Lying on the hill ... crawling over the windowsill your

They out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
torn by vultures ..
you are the man whose hands are rank with the of death.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Ones, Keeper of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a plane of weeds which bear no living
You crush life in your fist as your heart is by the lips
of
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the they steal your eye
from its ...
and the ball hangs on your cheek.
tongues are stilled; 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 out, and you cannot frame the words
as your
your fame into the flames and you are burned.
Saviour of the Fallen, of the Weak,
Friend of the Ones, Keeper of the Peace.
Ah, but it is the way you know ..........
ii. THE
by sword and you shall die so,
All your shall come to nought,
every you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is you've bought.
Cringing in your room as the of doom step
on threshold;
Begging for your life as the impartial sinks in your
flesh ...
without malice, merely murder's toll,
you must pay the price of hate, and that is
your ....
Live in peace or die in your war-room.