Luyện nghe bài hát The Emperor In His War-room

i. THE
Standing in the space that holds the lace of night
away you
You think that you can hold the searing, 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 the ones you think should die-
Lying on the hill ... over the windowsill into your

They out, glass-eyed aimless heads,
bodies by vultures ..
you are the man whose are rank with the smell of death.
of the Fallen, Protector of the Weak,
Friend of the Tall Ones, of the Peace ...
Ah, but it is the way you know .....
Looking out to sea, a flattened plane of weeds which no living
You life in your fist as your heart is kissed by the lips
of
Ghosts betray you, ghosts betray you, in the they steal your eye
its socket ...
and the ball fallen on your cheek.
Complaining tongues are stilled; a thousand mouths are
with metal.
Your a shade of green; somehow you try to speak through all the
in your mouth
But it won't come out, and you frame the words
as your
throws 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 only way you ..........
ii. THE
Live by sword and you 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 room as the outriders of doom step
on your
Begging for your as the impartial knife sinks in your
screaming ...
malice, merely taking murder's toll,
you pay the price of hate, and that price is
soul ....
Live in or die forever in your war-room.