Luyện nghe bài hát Havoc Vulture

Wonder how it would be to be the great
the one to bestow you life and death
the one to you when you're down
or to be the one to hand you the
when your hands are
(and) to you from the everything you care for
Are you bitter when you see how you are?
Do you hate without direction?
A kind of seed you that never blossoms
It is at the gallows end one that everything
has to have a meaning
An unrecognisable drags you towards the unspoken word
to suffer Martyrdom for the
The Saviour cut off your wings, somehow just to remind you He exists
Those who wait for His salt with open have a way to go
the shadows of your rest (first)
Though I ask, why do you dig your own grave others do it for you?
The force behind the hit can not be
'cause He's the saviour magnanimity and
...a light in the
it is intimidating more than lighting the way
where is the road going? To a where you can wash the blood of your hands?
Where did the knowing go?... With a to transcendental kingdoms
or to the of the forgotten?
behind the vault of the mystery lies a dream
damned or saved, how could we know?