Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

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

preyed 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 tears
a sordid dusk rapes sun-sorched machinery of disease.
this brutal path we etched by tears of the damned.
the art of salvation 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 can save us now but...

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