Luyện nghe bài hát Architeuthis

We're standing in
Suppressed by embankment.
And you were just a
Heading from my arms,
From my heart,
From my yet desperate hands,
Seeking to each limb from every second guess.
a choleric heart,
Let the be shrill,
Let the rise
And take all that's of my own guile.
We looked towards the damage,
And we were doomed to the worst of it.
By day, all our hopes, bare, swallowed
In the brine.
What of the stars, of our kings,
What of your selfish prayer for
Nothing our Eastern skies-
How you let this happen?
We in darkness.
And it while we were waiting prone,
Famine had fiend
all our brilliant, desolated, plight.
Staring straight into the unmovable.
Is it our around the sun
That made you your hands in grace?
Of but one we are now,
silence.
And the waves dead,
not the sky.
Everything is still, night.
I will your grave,
the floodwater.
I will your grave,
With every consumed.
unnecessary,
indifferently.
Rings of masses.
mobility.
These are the walls that shake when the is silent.
To passion.