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.
down on bent we cry for salvation.
death we feast with blood soaked deceit
destruction but demons don't speak.
for the truth hearts bleed with sorrow
so angels the funeral march
and wait for a tomorrow

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

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

when the shed tears
a sordid dusk rapes their machinery of disease.
this brutal we tread etched by tears of the damned.
the art of salvation crafted by hands that kill... that would kill

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

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