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

As on the grave of earth inferno
We are all good
not in white we are
Ascendants of
In a symbolic imaginative
Descending we are
as rain to impure the ground
And to as flowers
we wither
With a scent of dew

As time that on the bones of life
We are the liquid flesh
The sinners we are
the heavens
As silences all sweet voices
Renders of the we are
Swarming as sinners to the presence of the fall
And to taste the fruits of
Before we
Into a exercise