Luyện nghe bài hát Aphid: Devil Flower: Fruits of Lunacy

As flowers on the grave of earth
We are all good
not in white we are
Ascendants of
In a symbolic essence
angels we are
Falling as rain to the ground
And to flourish as
we wither
With a scent of dew

As time that gnaws on the of life
We are the floating liquid
The crawling we are
the heavens
As death silences all sweet
Renders of the we are
as sinners to the universal presence of the fall
And to taste the fruits of
Before we
Into a devilish