Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

the final war to purge and purify this sacred - vilified.
one culture interred righteousness, weaved from deception.
on bent knees we cry for salvation.
upon death we feast blood soaked deceit
creeps but demons don't speak.
for the truth makes hearts bleed with
so watch the funeral march
and wait for a desined

upon by the pestilence of avarice and ignorance.
from the cradle to the we forfeit.
to the ranks of slaves

demons to a black symphony
as the war comes to a close
and angels on high down
in disgust to a earth that circles below

when the heavens shed
a sordid dusk rapes their sun-sorched of disease.
this path we tread etched by tears of the damned.
the art of salvation crafted by hands would kill... that would kill

a wasteland,
a ruin is all that remains as this iron-age life to commodity,
our committed to atrocity,
no sort of can save us now but...

still we fight down from the heavens into the arms of my mother earth.
to burn the cradle of - returned to dust,
still we will fight from the heavens