Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

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

preyed upon by the pestilence of and ignorance.
the cradle to the grave we forfeit.
freedom to the of slaves

demons dance to a symphony
as the war quick to a close
and on high look down
in disgust to a dead earth that below

when the shed tears
a sordid dusk rapes sun-sorched machinery of disease.
this brutal path we tread etched by of the damned.
the art of salvation crafted by hands that would kill... 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 will fight down from the heavens the arms of my mother earth.
to burn the cradle of civilization - to dust,
still we will fight down from the