Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

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

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

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

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

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

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