Luyện nghe bài hát The Marching Sane

the autumn in your
the dark within your veins
we walk the at night
a searing spark inside our

light it burns so painful
turn and burn me painful

no light can my pain
not a god
I spit in the of the marching sane
and in the young
and the world turn in vein

the autumn in smile
don't dare to another way
and when there's no behind... look back!
we the dawning day

light it burns so painful
turn and burn me painful

no can release my pain...

no can release my pain
not a god
a tiptoeing knife in the back reign
all the young

no light can my pain...