Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

the final war to purge and purify this world - vilified.
one culture interred with righteousness, weaved deception.
down on bent we cry for salvation.
upon we feast with blood soaked deceit
creeps but demons don't speak.
for the truth hearts bleed with sorrow
so angels watch the march
and for a desined tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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