Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

the war to purge and purify this sacred world - vilified.
one culture with 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 with sorrow
so angels watch the march
and wait for a tomorrow

preyed upon by the of avarice and ignorance.
from the cradle to the we forfeit.
to the ranks of slaves

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

when the shed tears
a sordid dusk rapes sun-sorched machinery 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 is all that remains as this iron-age dissolves life to commodity,
our committed to atrocity,
no of prayer can save us now but...

still we fight down 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