Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

the final war to purge and this sacred world - vilified.
one culture interred righteousness, weaved from deception.
on bent knees we cry for salvation.
upon death we feast with blood soaked
destruction creeps but don't speak.
for the truth makes hearts bleed sorrow
so angels the funeral march
and for a desined 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 black
as the war comes to a close
and angels on high look
in disgust to a earth that circles below

the heavens shed tears
a sordid dusk rapes sun-sorched machinery of disease.
this brutal path we tread by tears of the damned.
the art of salvation by hands that would kill... that would kill

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

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