Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

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

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

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

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

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

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