Luyện nghe bài hát When The Heavens Shed Tears

the final war to purge and purify sacred world - vilified.
one culture interred with righteousness, from deception.
down on knees we cry for salvation.
death we feast with blood soaked deceit
destruction creeps but demons speak.
for the makes hearts bleed with sorrow
so angels watch the funeral
and wait for a desined

preyed upon by the of avarice 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 angels on high down
in disgust to a dead earth circles below

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

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

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