Luyện nghe bài hát The Foe Sublime

Feigned, the image of a world
Deluded but
It sees us gifted grace
A self will not succumb

See your face in the
your image on a face of another
See principles constantly wither
What is this will but a

In splendor we were born
and whole, a chance reborn
Sustenance, found
Yet we tear it from our

So find a way through foes
With your tears scattered the wound
It scares us not, this path's
Run these gone amok